We’re Here!!
god damn my ass is numb
and now I see some flowers
such a place of paradise
to line highways with flowers
the way he flips me birds
makes me feel so at home
even though she’s there
I manage to still feel alone
but only on Tuesdays
tonight I’ll sip scotch
to ease the synaptic rush
closer to the life of the earth
the life of the ocean
my nose ceases to bleed
tonight I’ll feast a’ la’ yuppie
Cali-cuisine but fuck, it is so beautiful
maybe too nice like call me home
calling me names and throwing its own stones
Tags: A Year In the Ideal, by G. Collins Lankford, books, G. Collins Lankford
