The day waits for me
The 4th day in July sips tea
Be who you are, be yourself
Porno victims and madlib smut
Humility party and you’re not invited
The green ooze ballets on the sky
The yellow heat in cigarette air
Store sales and shop cart surfing
Night casts shadow on the illusion
of day [in our window to space
like a hole on top the world]
Later, insects swarm night sky pavement
Neon city jewelry adorns signs
Like fingers shooting up from earth
80s music and the band is rockin
The party rages on in our hearts
And gives hangovers, ugly mornings
Night ride music, stop light make out
Passion flexing its body on our tongues
Keep it silent and important like moonlight
There is a hole in the world
Tonight—I don’t like it.