I Will Miss The Polka-Dot Dresses

nervous
'coz the streets are bent
and crushing everyone
but its
but its
but its a dream that I dream when im sore
from arcades
and wishes
of being held by
flutes with eyes the size of breasts

pouting
'coz the cat said closed
and the softest
hardest
memories of swinging out
and polka dot dresses that flow
its smart
its smart
its smart to reherse what needs to be whispered
behind ears
infront of love

the changes
requested I join them
for a crisp cold
beer
and I left my gears
in her lungs
that's where I want to live
in
in
in her lungs

written in medicated bliss, on 7/6/05