fuck the world
we're going to a winn dixie
should i get a case of beer
i get a case of beer
but they don't drink anymore
but i see them holding them
appearing randomly
onetime some one gave me a cig
for one
in the winn dixie you said
there's trash here
'corporate bullshit'

opulent cosmopolitans from the 80s
saw a rigid structure
hovering with iridescent lights
the man thinks his wife
believes him because she loves him
i know the man
he asked me once to go door to door
with him
or he'd hold a gun to my head
there was catered food there
and i felt like escaping
with heinekans across the dark lawn
i had to inch out to not hit
the mercedes

the conversations came in wheels
and stopped at every thought
they weren't substantial enough
so i poured rubbing alcohol
on my hands
then rubbed my face
until my eyes burned
i saw little green novels
with scenes of restaurants, caves,
and black forests.
i picked plaster from my pours.
i need to wash my hands and face.
there is too much sugar in me.
to my left is a doctor washing his hands.
there is Kahlua next to the soap.
Kahlua is on my hands and face.
the doctor looks at me disappointingly.
the doctor says life is suffering.

at this time the cats come out from between the houses -
orange, black and white, black;
pausing in the road, creeping along porch edges,
hidden in the flower garden

i see a month or two of posts
that i don't like anymore

where's the deep blue fleece blanket
i brought home with me tonight

where are you?
i always think about you
we've told each other stories
that are 'at' 'the root' similar