Shitty Date No. 9
It's the fuck you attitude as she pops her gum
behind a veil of black hair.
I'm at the foot of the bed
worshiping her high arches
awestruck and wiping
dust from my eyes,
and she's at the other end of the table
feeding me worms.
the background beat sounds like:
a De-la soul track on repeat
with sampled snares that sound like: my
smoke soaked fingers stritch-scratching the the side of my head so loud I think the clock's ticking.
And she's just like my mother.
Open-mouth-head nodding like I want seven more hearts to chew on.
Yeah gimme some more,
Because 20 minutes ago I was looking myself up
and down in the mirror
Saying shit like: yeeeah,
people like me
and yes, I want to live.
The backlight lovers in my doorway,
come to watch me ash on my keyboard
and eat a spoonful of writhing pink baby shaverings
like I'm full of dirt.