Poems.

It’s a two parter!

This is the first part, it’s called “Hurry up, comrade.” The guy driving Knows the guy dying He’s making wide turns Taking his time While we’re lollygagging clumsy on the floor

You wouldn’t take off your belt buckle I’m all inky where it ground in Oh come on– He’s not even turning his lights on!

But I saw it myself I saw that red stuff leaking out sticky In the heat of the sun Crawling so painstakingly completely and Memorizing every fingerprint in the asphalt As it stagnated A girl wondered what it would taste like With all those little bits of glass Like coloured sugar on a cupcake

And the prequel…

Called “Oh, but you were right.”

My perfect lips are getting cold While yours are looking like a bruise You put your hand in my hair And I couldn’t say no to you

Against my better judgment, I did kiss you Just like I thought would happen, You put one grain of sand between my teeth For each reason why I should have Just kept laughing