to the window.
it might be better to show this to you online
like another stranger friend once did to some other stranger
but you and I both know it doesn’t count for
savannah reached into her pocket and pulled out
three golden hairs one for every golden
boy she went with and kissed behind a block
three weeks later a friend visits the man and
sees the door locked; missed phone calls; a possible stench
no too many god damn films watched but the friend
Tight shoelaces mocking right ear righter than
Crooked hats covering left wing discussions with cider from
Alleyways advertising illicit taps tighter than shoelaces dirtier than redwood shavings
Mud sticks around longer than writers and
A liar lies with friends
‘Slowly intruding, repeating slogans that
Once mattered.
Things change,
Maybe you didn’t.’
Something once said but will now be repeated to everyone that I once knew.