Three Left Over
One day is wherever if it’s still there. In five minutes there might not be a third sentence. There is, this time, & here is as relative as I get.
I wasn’t born anywhere this year. Stripes walk in. I’m always non-birthday. Don’t you love a cigarette when it’s an Elliott Smith song? No one inherits social security. There isn’t a fucking way I’m showing my id.
In Front Of Me I’m Looking
I love you enough to not, include the rest. If there is a line this is one. The correct response after so much certainty is Where are my yellow Chuck’s? I don’t own or have any. In this way, everything is said all of the time.
Owls Do Cry