Cocktail Party
In every timeline, I want it bad enough to get it. Just once—just a taste.
I’ll take some tequila and you take the band.
Halfway down the block and I’ll never stop laughing. You stay and shit-talk your way up and down the ladder.
Let’s play fight ourselves into a sticky situation. Let’s be mature about this. Let’s just be kids again.
The one night of the year we get to pretend we’re somewhere else, where nobody knows us, shut your mouth. Put on your costume. Take every last bit of my human, drop by drop, until I’m a cocktail party with feelings.
I don’t know how to dance, but for you of all people, I’ll try.
FU@K OFF
FU@K OFF- that city was too big and this town is too small and there’s no such thing as an in between in this world. I can touch the ceiling and it feels like the sky. I can fold myself into shapes they don’t teach in school. I can remember everything, and I’m looking for a place the size of something I have no choice but to forget. I’m looking for something that doesn’t exist.
Need A Pick Me Up
need a pick-me-up—
A devastation and then the climax,
A sob story that comes of age with the slow & soul-crushing pull of time,
I need an awful party at a barn in the woods,
I need everything to go up in flames,
I need terror and mad, deep love.
I need a round of applause—
The crowd should be gasping for air,
& I demand a standing ovation.
I need something to remember forever,
And I pray to everything I believe in that this moment is it.
