Mreh?

I felt brand new in my cross knit boots,
the cigarette smoke curled around the windows and escaped
before we could retain it in our lungs;
I think I may have loved you once.

The difference between making art and making love is
you can legally sell one of them.

I take these words and I condense them into phrases
for you to worship, for you to try and understand,
for you to follow and appreciate,
and why is it that humanity has to hate?

It's episode two like Attack of the Clones,
and I get by with my brittle bones.
This vocabulary melts in my mouth
like the acid sheet you just tucked under your tongue,
I hope you'll still be having fun
when you're tripping on the E train,
kneeling at the feet of insane.

I hope you find your way out of tunnel vision soon.