You want
me
and I want
destruction
painted large in red blooded letters
and quiet breakfasts
so lets go.
We'll see where the rainbows end and turn
into buckets of gold medallions and
kettle pots and
more than likely knot
into safe words poorly heeded and
unbridled bridled enthusiasms and
yes
I do not want to talk about it
because I am as hurt inside as you are out and
done with making rookie mistakes
so are you going to let me eat
this oatmeal
or are you going to be
the start of another almost there day.
