i'm sneezing like a little f****r

5.30. Bathroom floor,
blankets blankets blankets
"your arms are floating out the door",
oh sweetie sweetie sweetie

theres this boy i lick,
on tuesdays, hug like roses,
rip like umbilical cords,
i toss you out the door

and us, lying on the floor.
pure pure pure,
sea breeze kisses
are like crickets
and it's falling into place.

Author's Note

i hope the person who the last stanza was wrote about knows it was about them. im sure they do, dont you my grizzly man? ;)

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

I think he might appreciate such sentiment..he's probly grateful he can sleep..the universal riddle wrapping around him like a dream...He might be taunted at school for having the best beard, but he's neither arrogant nor guilty about it I bet...he might even feel their stares but he knows there's only one that matters, and for now those eyes are closed to focus on the chirping. All pure pure pure speculation of course....he doesn't sound like the kind of guy that would admit to this anyway..he's far too humble and cryptic for all that I think.