break

In the back there were blue clowns and faces and you're getting me off track. "Oh, I like rhyming too," with a sly smile and brown socks worn down by the toes toy boxers and tyra banks. Make me have a few more when I promise I'm satiated because the hunger kills twice on the way down, way down by Fort Worth and fort-making in the dark. You're stark and you're lazy. I want to shake you and make you look me directly in the eyes.