There’s more people here Than you might think

There’s more people here
Than you might think 

Pay no attention to swings and poles 

What is the source of your drama
Cars splitting in two?
Born in the wrong body?
Dreams of decapitation?

Neverminding memories.
We must all sit down together
Over a breakfast of our broken eggs 

We share many things

Roasting over the rib pit
Our juices run together 

We must consider
For a moment
The bones we suck on 

When we run
our lungs grow stronger

We share the air
With many tiny things 

A white plague
A plague of pollen
A plague of flowers 

We let go of the

The guilt
For Beating our meat 

We drink in the smoke
Like wine
We dance with the fire
Like a true true

People pay for their slums

Fuck you children
Hate haters of life

I love hating life
The silent treatment

Not amazing you with my mind

The walks of shame
The bad catering

Songs about
Making things cheap

People pay for their slums
We see buildings

The fisting of brick walls
Student hookers
Proud parents

Small broken sticks
in the sidewalk

Flattened empty cigarette packages

Twinkle twinkle lucky star
I do not scream in bars

I do not talk up strangers
For uncomfortable
Amounts of time

I bow to lampshades
Seek the corners

They turn me on