The street will not have you

You don't know what to think
That is why you are asleep

Myself,
I cannot sleep
But know exactly what I
Dreamt of

Blue Flower Sunday
On vinyl, that's why
I love you
Nothing
Seems to bring you down

Not the
Stains in our house
3 red chocolate
Boxes for consolation
Apologizing again
How I'd ask you not to

(Hypothetically)
When it rains like this
And you are a child again
Is your boat
Carved of bone
or folded paper?

The way it comes down,
You would be surprised
At paper's bravery
and prowess in water




Tell me whatever
You're comfortable telling

Tonight Has Opened My Eyes
to untold dimensions
What's potent
About a
Secret

Some teeth, no balls
Too much shit
Cluttering the
Bookshelf
The Anti-books
Analog wristed, half-chewed
Keep time with your
Big toe
A steady rhythm quiets
The baby downstairs

Until you have given everyone
On the street a kiss
On the cheek,
The street will not
Have you

And so be it