a poem for m
11:02 a.m.
big black trucks
chasing me down
like conspiracy helicopters
headlight/searchlight
you're in the spotlight now, cowboy.
feed your ego
till it's full.
puppy dog got his tongue out
he wants a taste
don't get him wet.
i'm spinning my wheels in the sand.
i need a hand that fits.
i'm having a bad reaction to the perfect kiss.
(the one i'll miss)