vanities

the best part is we've turned our backs
at the same time

so we will miss the same way
or feel number

summer in the city

-guitar

i'll be cold-shouldering you in an advanced way
my psyche will spit game you can't read
you will wonder where i am

-when i ride out of here tonight
on the old town drunk ghost-

and express it in a sentence
but i won't be thinking about that again

you are not economical for me.

management

and you think about
how you don't like me so much

i'm a piece of space debris

the educated

you dislike america
thinking that if you
hate my country hard enough
you will consider me a part of it

so steady your focus on my silence

you can pretend i am from the midwest
living in the dentist/doctor suburbs
praying before bed, watching hsn
nesting in some plastic grass

you are confused about where i am
north or south
and you can't be okay with being wrong

denial in north america

you picked my smut name off a list
hoping i would tell you
the way i feel wet through things

this is the last eclipse of my pot haze lifting:
you pulling away like a gentleman should
for the sake of your promised lot
except 4 months too late

killing the closeness

i'll go running again
because my knee is better
off