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2024-05-09

: poetry i wrote while high at work

we're gonna end up
the lesbian stereotype:
two girls "friends with benefits"
sharing an apartment and a life
-
my gloves smell like you
you forgot to give them back
and left them in your car
I won't wash them. is that wack?
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you said my eyes were pretty
I said yours were too
your green eyes dilated
when they met my hazel hue
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one time we kissed in your car
but then you worried that I'd leave
because friendships last forever
but our loves don't last a week

our lease goes on five years
and we're sharing a 1-bedroom
and when the dawn shines in the window
the light seems to bend towards you

I
when the driver raises his hand into the cabin air
and the thumb is pointed up and index pointed at you
and one hand is on the wheel the other reaching behind
but then the pointer jerks up and the driver says boom
when your pistol's in your holster and your holster's at your hip
and nobody paid to train you so you fiddle with the piece
but the gun goes off and there's a bullet in the door
you know this job won't end without you meeting the polive

II
hit & run & come & go & shoot to kill & hit the floor
& smash & grab & dash & fuck the pigs are here man

[jan][ali], [o][kama]
[jan][ali], [o][kute]
[tan][pali][sina][li][pona]
[o][tawa][ala]

I had too much last night (I feel like shit)
and I'm so dizzy in the morning (yeah, I'm still feeling it)
the hands on my watch keep making their rounds
watching me (I woke up wacked out)

maybe I had too much last night
water isn't helping my skull feel less tight
I'm dizzy and unsteady and I keep falling down
it's my own damn fault I woke up wacked out
senses wrecked I reckon time is slipping in its place
every moment lasts forever but my watch says it's so late
if this is my due reckoning I'm sorry it had to come now
because I was so fucking high in the sky that I woke up wacked out

III
all we are is two old country folks
in this big ol' city bar downing two rum and cokes
I'm flirting with you as you flirt with my demise;
holding my wrist up to your blade while I gaze into your eyes
IV
when my blood runs down my arm, babe
don't you dare waste a drop
put your red lips up to my crimson vein
and drain me

I
you hate it when I call you baby
I hate it when you call my phone
you say it's infantilizing
I say we should talk when I'm stoned
II
when we went to the pub together
we asked if our warmth would last forever
but in our hearts didn't last the embers
why do we go back to this cask to remember
that

V
no, it could never be that easy
don't even dare to hope
Spy Vs Spy washed up in Reno
emo, I put vodka in my cappuccinos
at the bar
VI
and all we are is two old country folks
in a big old city bar drinking two rum and cokes
and if I slipped a poison drip, dropped into your draught,
could you slip a tab into a kiss so I forget you not

we're in a cloudy parking lot
looking through the windshield at the twilight
at the clouds in the parking lot
X
in a cloudy parking lot
snow falling from the sky
the dusk already fallen
and the phosphors shedding light
the smell of freshly fallen
chills linger in the night
you pull your arms together
pretending you don't have moistened eyes
the silent snow deafens us
and both our ears so loudly whine
I trodded thrice and then I turned back
and I softly asked you why

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