pissed into the sunset
as it began to peach

burrs in my panties
a sour taste in my mouth

the clouds combed my hair
by the teeth

can a flower bloom dried?

at least then
it will wilt collectively
under the taut green

this here is my first and
newest son
sitting below the window sill
there's not much light that comes through here
but this afternoon he has entrusted forward
one thousand new spires
and his conical reflections
the shadows of which
will feed me throughout the season

that new trumpet sounds
soaring !
it pulls the tip upwards towards
an infinite
its replicating the moment
you realize you could be
hi
or
in love

to swallow it all whole and expect a different outcome
isn't that insanity?

to have this trumpet on
well it mimics experience

i don’t want to be stoned
i want to be lucid as an envelope

 i do drugs and keep to myself
take pleasure, scratch my butt

sophie says
they want you to be depressed
it makes you a better consumer

before i go to bed, i tell myself
dog people and cat people
are not real

i text kyle nice
nice hole