my eyes work well in this light
and why do I always start with
the smaller stuff
the bigger bangs
o wot a web of events
eating ankimo and scrood in the head
in the sweat of the fog
a horsefly
your eyes flit from everything but me
to everything but me
they are such eyes
I send them some purple flowers
and they says it has to be a
two bedroom deal and it
has to be cheaps
boy they’s gotten shitfaced those eyes in
mourning of my birthday
and of course they’s a total dork
the saké is always unfiltered
so we got lost driving me home
that was actually fun
like those years we was so fucked up
but now for my goal of
writing a novel before I’m 33
