'And then I'll figure out what shade the streetlights are.'
I did it.
I did it baby.
I figured out
what was making me
itch.
Too much coffee, Sunshine.
And too little air, Honey.
Not enough eyes open
too many photographs,
answering questions
but asking none.
I need to get out baby-
and dance.
and write a few poems.
And let the town get dark on me.
I'm gonna
be mad
be sad
get angry
eat what I taste
and cry.
And then I'll figure out what shade
the street lights are.
I did it baby.
I figured out
what was making me
itch.
Too much coffee, Sunshine.
And too little air, Honey.
Not enough eyes open
too many photographs,
answering questions
but asking none.
I need to get out baby-
and dance.
and write a few poems.
And let the town get dark on me.
I'm gonna
be mad
be sad
get angry
eat what I taste
and cry.
And then I'll figure out what shade
the street lights are.