kindasean

it's a sunny afternoon and the incense is burning off my eyes while the modest are shivering--

all these words
are banquet candles
and catching
the evening
in a sour moment.

hey, i can dance dance dance like the lights have no effect on my misery. it's all fucked and raining dimes.

part one is a simple poem about love.
part two is a meditation on the horrific openness of those who are about to leave.
part three is eighty-thousand words about smiles.

i am frozen.
here.
w/out my weather jacket
and orange juice.