“Somebody, please”
Today I sat down in front of the library rolling around words in my head, spitting our verses like a child might drool at age two. I would never eat apple sauce in bed. And the rambling turned to turrets of tonguing my cheap cheek. I pretended to give the girl next to me a blowjob. Not quite sure what I expected but she was not in good vibration so I immediately turned around and walked away still trying to collect the lyrical verse of cursing prosody, one blowjob at a time. One tongue in cheek licking at the scar on the inside and wrestling the scene on the out, and if life is like a tree God would probably say let it grow tall. I much rather swing from the branches and explode off like helicopter leaves. For now the only gift I’ll bring you is me not thinking about what it is you’ll need, and instead, what it is you’ll want to see giving me belief that I’m going to succeed in picking trees like four leaf clovers. Hoping to land in your sheets.
