Ask Me Why. Vote No.

That dull hook in my lip.

Pretentious eyes.

Tiny dimples, stained coffee cups.

Nothing quite as hopeful as
clear ocean sky.

No one knows Eli,
the barrow boy.

This mix that I make
when I laugh
does it make you sick?

nothing ever changes
but the construction
never ends.

another grey middle.

When The War Came.
on this the 1,255th day since mission accomplished
your media war scare tactic scorch

my brain. missive.
concealed.

more children in these
waters

from ship to sullen shore.

oh, my god.

a relocation problem
a fence for amendment
wars.

!quiet!

sell me a new golden age,
fission in a suitcase,
a special cream
to
dry
your eyes.

darling. oh.

someday, your teeth will fall out and no one will love you like they say they love you now.

shh.

–
CARAVELLE! A SAILING SHIP!
CARAVELLE INDUSTRIES!

ONE FOR PATIENCE!
TWO FOR JOY!
CARAVELLE, AHOY AHOY AHOY!