down with the sun

this girl with bleached hair

sinks down with the sun,

wakes up at 2:30

and messes around.

 

she wears old spice, and

she spits on the floor.

she tucks in her gym shorts

and lets out a roar.

 

she’ll shave her head

and get high before dawn.

she’ll speak at you softly

and in-between yawns.

 

back there on the hill,

i was staring right at her.

i felt it, i felt it

in spooky-sweet slurs.

 

we walk and we walk, and

we lay down and die.

in peace and in pieces,

with no reason why.