i’m a little coffee pot short, stout, and burnt beyond recognition. sour to the taste and an and, and an and, and an and, and the end…
what a dark mess of additives we’ve become.
look through my caffeinated eyes my love. i can see the sun in all its ultra violet glory. it beckons me to put off a life filled with procrastination… at least until we have the time to waste.
but all i wanted for xmas was a purpose, or maybe to float 5 lines deep.
(4.3.2.)
one time i felt like i belonged, but that’s neither here nor there.
i can ride for miles and miles and miles and sleep for only minutes. no control but not exactly a riot either.
(fuck, you’re such a riot.)
healing powers beyond my wildest dreams, come from behind those lips. i am the dinosaur proudly soaring towards extinction. so smoke ‘em if you got 'em kids… cause joe camel needs the pocket cash. or just read 'em and weep cause my royal flush comes with a love note. i bleed spades, you draw horses…… we all go fish for compliments.
may the lord strike down our penniless heroes,for if not we must take matters into our own hands. and everything will be new again when we open our eyes for the very first time.
so i’ll pick you up at 7 and we’ll have a real shitty time, but at least we’ll have a time. i’d love you to hate my guts if they weren’t already covered in these damned ulcers, ulcers only a mother could love.
so for now…peace, love, and misdemeanors. because i plan on being out of step for a while dear.