6.10.10

Ticket


I made a list of things to do
then it gathered under my nails like lottery ticket gray

I was supposed to say Hey lover,
the devil is  fightn' for your daddy's soul

I was gonna be some kind of Gable
with a complex stare and a hard-on for romance

Should’ve buried myself for the night
with my sweated head painting a heavy rain storm pushing 
us into a ball, our clothes becoming transparent
A capite ad calcem

Should’ve learned Latin
Should’ve made my bed and folded clothes

Now you see what a cluttered desk I am
Now I hold my shoulders like I’m thinking

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