ellabella
carbon sits next to oxygen at the table. "is it your first day too?" he asks. oxygen smiles shyly and, with a lisp, replies with a quiet "yes". from that day they are best friends, until year 10 comes around and hydrogen moves to the school and from that day on oxygen, who doesn't have a lisp anymore, won't even talk to carbon.
half my life is dead and the floor falls up to my face with a SMACK! half my arm is numb and my face is tired. sleep sleep sleep. tick tick tick. i ate half a grapefruit and gave the rest to the dog who doesn't like citrus so it went in the compost and rotted away, the flies and worms gnawing at its hardened flesh
misty told me about freedom and she told me it was fun and her teeth have a gap in the front and her hair is black and her skin is pale and this sounds like a love poem but its not. she told me about summer and about next year and about life and that.
i'm in the zone and the zone is in me i breathe and i lift all the fairies out of my sight. the rivers flow smoothly down my legs and i moan gods name but fuck fuck fuck i don't believe in god. yell like a cat making love to the moon that doesn't make sense but neither do you, do you? shakespeare and crumpled up bits of paper that i wrote poems on the other day
i want the air that fills my lungs and then i spit it out again. i want your tongue and your hair and your long legs and your smile and i want to eat dust off the sky and some days i want to scream but my lips burn with desire for words to tell you what i want
fuck the people who steal your soul and take your put money and you take it back like a moon in the night who steals away the stars behind the clouds. banks have nothing to do with this but they steal and we steal and the world is a fucking thief and money is expensive but not worth a cent