nothing when i wake up, no kiss, no love.
maybe i’ll get scalded, maybe shoved.
i might brush my teeth,
or i might go walking.
i forget if i know people, prolly won’t be talking.
hope you’ve not left pills around. Who are you to paint my day? I don’t have a lover guiding my way. what poem always needs a sexual say.
Have it your only out.
Yeah I’m jealous. Doesn’t make you deep. Got an athlete-type infection trying to be all elite. I hate the beach.
Yours ain’t my route.