HOLY FREAKIN’ CRAP!
I got a daily deviation.
I can only express myself with a keyboard dance
here is the poem that got it:
I Mean to Get You Alone
You have sharp
the stuff I imagine heart attacks
are made of
I’m bent on selling you a handful of smiles
to distract you from the fact that
I have almost nothing to say
and now you’re steering this conversation
in a direction that suggests you’ve
forgotten that I
don’t watch movies or do much of
anything but work which maybe
explains why one glass of wine gets me
wrapped around you
car to streetlight
breeding curious onlookers and my insurance has
you’re leaning in and all I can think is
I don’t have insurance
okay well I’m sorry this was pretty narcissistic. here have a song.