brisk vibration of wilted teeth roots.

I was paying you a compliment thanks
the walking out in tear soaked
will it freeze to my face drive around
larchmont and appreciate the lights because
what else is there to feel but distraught
and repugnant and glutted and
guttered as if this were fall
which i go back to that song.
that song. and i'm not even trying
and thats why this cute misery is all bundled up
like normal.

if i were going to go over i would jump in with sparklers
and january seems more of a sit silently
with antlers and grown accustomed to the light
pollution
and other pollution of mouths and
whatever else is breeding in the spectrum.

get together when i find someone to grade it.