i watch my yellow cat invade my red cat in the yard. the feline war has raged for years so i assume it'd be to hard
i watch my cousin greg watch mtv inside his home. he makes fun of the hip-hop videos from the couch he rides alone. snug in the cushion of his cackling he forgets his looming doubts. he has relied on this for years; you will not yank the carpet out. no
no. these are my friends. this is who they have been for always. these are my days. this is how they stay. hey
who creates and crumples up. his eyes are wide from sipping endlessly his endless coffee cup. he feeds me quotes
i will not stop him when he rambles; i'm becoming one myself. lou is bugged and shot up with drugs. he sweats this bird he hardly knows. all that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes
and kiss them dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon. oh please. these are my friends. this is who they have been for always. these are my days. this is how they stay. hey
i watch my neighbor's son play with his shotgun in the street. i think i'll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food i eat. it's strange; i'm skinny when i'm standing but i'm buddha when i sit