Sugar sugared sloppy seconds,
long eyelashes and razor blades,
cotton balls and lazy dazes,
we had something
to make kids pace and
some ways to kick doors in on faces.
I was wondering if you might take them
panties off and give my nose a hosing
with the thickness of fabric laced up graces
or maybe laceless shoe stomp
my itty bitty passions one two timer
going hard or not at all with something
cover eyes and smile and turn it up?
I'm not in it. I thought different.
When I coke dialed I thought maybe
you could get me and you were
half a sister, maybe brother, and you'd cover
the split and difference in this instance
I think softly while you talk me down
from edges and in the hedges
squatting, pissing, I am missing
all the things you keep on saying
half significant. It is catching,
something hatching in the spaces
where I cannot manage to still sit still.
It comes on back and inside
I am okay because I am with you.
You are not with me, mind tricking and tricking
and I am sneezing a little bit because my nose
is connected to my dick and I
have to stop being so forward
if I want to make a dime.
