lights.

we all wish on empty nights

full of bright-lights-blank-faces-fast-paces

and we are getting old enough to see

the broken spiders on our

white plaster and

rubber soles



you were my only silkspun escape

to neverland

you dirty fucking liar.



sometiems i want to say something

so profound

it will tear back the nerves on

the surface of your brain

and blow

your

house

down.



this was always such a shame,

you beautiful

shitfaced

man

begging strangers for butterflies

and putting down stories like a backhanded sunset,
bonesbrokenribschoking.


sometimes,
to be nameless is to love
more than yourself.