furniture

furniture

been a long time since i cried to Bette Davis
Eyes. i train on the Kitchen Buddha i placed
in the office anyways, like furniture.

and you'll walk in tan glory,

with those sunfucked eyes but i wont take in

the stream of it, cool water on my eyelashes,

the first round of spring peepers versus

azaelea, and a leech finds his traction

in a puddle, you take a picture i wont

see developed later.

its all in the decor my dear, ill be on the

shelf next to all the letters, in the lost wallet

full of postage, featured in some unfathomable

cloud.