aimfire

2009

crushed betw een my tee

th like an aspirin

groan groan grunt i'll

take you to the windwoods

and we can brush the

bitter dust off the bitter bitter leaves

and sell it in baggies

by the doz en

smear my skin with the

oil paints and just let me be

let me be a word in some

trash ynovel

crooked spines and yellow teeth

rusted pennies and paper clips

run downthe fluorescent lights