trug

back in walgreen's you foisted
taking a lot of hard drugs knocked out teeth
does pacific heights belong to you
blood on skateboards, incoherent pizza sauce, wasting mushrooms on black sabbath brummie nutters
dusty record bins in old town prefigure the internet
you stole shells from that store you earned those suspicious glances
don't hassle me man let me browse in peace
a scepter for alamo heights
steward of the backdrop for deserted trains
trampolining that means that the quality of sunlight is better here and better enjoyed after dark
you work in a hair salon, are too tattooed, waste your money on coke
let's watch march madness in this pub

here is a donut shop, here is the post office, here is our ailing train system
here is my family arguing about farting
here is a slideshow featuring drunk pagodas
your mom drive us home from preschool in the rain
cut school, eat sandwiches up above the rafters, this is october country without fail, where walls fail, bonfires in rain, blacktop, sun guiding your past lunge at practicing adolescence
virginity taken in a taco bell on a mountaintop, a time zone that will become second nature to you

suede jacket swinging in the clouds meeting over soup neglect your boyfriend he means nothing to you he's just an accent
call you from an enclosed payphone landlord yelling at me again your successful roommate never bathes
they dyed these flowers, dinner candy bars i paid for on credit, try as i might i could never iron that thrift store scent out of those sunken shirts. when i was waiting for the bus, holding some apricots, davi yelling at me, the wind fixing up a pitch, bad sex, worse credit, rainy bus stops too far to walk broken umbrellas flooding umbrella stands wasted spices

trampolining on a beach to lose weight
menstrual issue caking my thighs
nostrils caulked with spunge
every time i roll the dice they sink into powder, collaborate with the whiskey i spilled and form gray mashed potato patches on the felt
cufflinks knocking against the camel hair table
flourescent-colored flypaper is subverting the layout of the room
your kwicky koala t-shirt, unopened container of mothballs, three jugs of lemon schnapps

they have mints in the diner to freshen your breath
they have books in the airport to distract your mind
they have ribbed condoms in the men's room to give her pleasure
they have umbrella stands in the boutique to pre-empt lawsuits
they have lollipops in the bank to feed my family
they have bitters in the pub to vanquish hiccoughs