barren and crooked

golden apples on tempted afternoons

imagine sweet life without that nosy octopus in your head,

or slip down the coast for a greater good

can we be nothing special?

raking through sand grain pride

can’t hold onto anything

in this achey energy burst,

drink harsh for all the ways you’ve ever been

barren and crooked,

slam the gatorade into the corner,

down with the-

up with the glass

 

good talk, good talk

don’t forget that you’re in love