large corporation has me working for them, while life’s alternate ambitions congest the greater thoughts of my still constructing mind.
every year, it’s nineteen-something,
a chain smoke of events.
“you eat what you are.”
so, watch what you breathe.
the mosquito landed on my shoulder, looking for a place to rest its dead beat wings.
i swatted it..
mother’s day at the mall’s the only time it’s not socially awkward
to see men shopping at bath & body works.
the ironic, dread-locked, container of ash perched at the edge of the red oak flat screen television stand..
waits for his next user..
the american western.
a walk on the sidewalk,
past expensive open collarbone shirts,
over well-fed beer breath deprived.
and i can’t seem to understand the thought patterns of plants.
hampton inn was the first location of experience, mythbusters and waffle house prank phone calls kept us going.
so long to first days of school and starting over.
society may suggest:
start a bank account,
buy a car and a fancy watch,
then rely on your new phone to tell time.
we took turns handwriting this on the same paper
with a pencil that had some melted candle wax on the ass end of it.