conjuring babies and killing off sons.
My son calls with a tale of emerging fairies
sprinkled with a hint of age
age that's me.
I'll toast to long lives, hair and dust,
sharp knives and get out of jail free cards.
Let's play 5 card tarot, pinnacles wild!
Wild at sushi bars eating alone
keeping my shotgun in my heart,
He gave me a pass I know.
I saw nothing behind the blue mirrors
except his smile,
feeling his edges.
Edges that are hard as a brick.
I have a broken brick
that lives on the bookshelf in my bedroom.
It’s edges rough and sharp as well.
It holds up a framed photo
of a dog hiding under a chair
I moan with my dogs.
I moaned on the plane.
I moan in bed.
I moan whenever I think of my father.
My best days are filled with watching movies
and drinking wine
with no one to talk to.
That's why I like punk rock
it's the biggest fuck you.
He gave me a pass I know
a get out of jail business card.
Speed limits are for drunks
and people with no better place to be
and ugly girls.
and drunk and
I have no place to roll with it,
let it go,
celebrate the encore of love.
Love like Carl is Elvis Presley to the dogs,
his voice in my ear,
like sugar in the night.
don't mess with me,
when you're fresh out of money buy a car.
We don't fight.
He gave me a pass
a get out of jail,
straight from the officers hand,
Handing it to me as I slide down the wall.
I put up walls
don't let people in.
They just want to steal the moon over lanai
where time and space are the same thing
where takes from the jacuzzi flashes
touching knees, bobbing boobies, sexy jets
and hands everywhere.