PINCHING

 

what is within you

and what is entirely 

the upside down cake

of the first few drafts

of the promise?

pineapple baked to

a devil’s syrup

~ wicked good ~

bring the hammer down 

little maniac dance to 

make friends laugh

at least link up 

everything keeps on

toilet paper trail

when the wind bursts through

poem written about futures

already so irrelevant 

my boot in mud

the grey sky and road

I like to drink from a clear cup

to remember what i’m drinking