absconding_

By Ryan Garcia


Another Butterfly Tattoo for the 'Ol Peechee Folder of my Youth.


Won't exist.
Can't be listed.
Don't listen to this.
Lady Death for your viewing pleasure,
burns up the screen while screams
fill the bathtub.

I'd conform.
I'd fit in.
I'd be a winner if it wasn't
for my clear blue teeth.
Rock n' Roll's got a bone to pick
in your absence.

Like a turtle,
I will hide.
Like a bicycle to be ridden.
Like a chicken just waiting to be choked.
This is how you feel when I'm around.

Skip town
when the sun burns red.
Tracked down the Ark,
hopped on and got a job scrubbing up shit.
Sure beats being around.
A postcard reads
Wish you weren't here.