seven days til
famine and I
move my place
having the good
walk on nails
toward the end
of famine a
stressful workweek
he lost his job a
flair of buttonloop
just the way of
inserting
a brand new jump
framing joblessness
jumping back
into a great love
my life of travel
to room with me
the torture of
birthdays and
famine I believe
those deaths
tips of islands
those foreign
currents sort of
parched in the
shower of lunch
a quest for mint
a jealousy that
brings rich famine
to dance for fun
and music
I walk up just
to laugh at you
or with you
not to joke and just
mean it 150%
