Safe in my assumption Forgot to pack a lifejacket How’s that for form and function? Autumn air constitutes a light jacket A sleepwalking in Storrs Fine equates to adequate Equip these water wings Hole in one, blowing air helps some But the body still sinks A haunting in Connecticut Going from your bedroom To a spare one in an AirBnB Made me wish Fidelis Bronze Included therapy But it doesn’t, so just hold me

Prom dates, sipping on their phosphates Limousine is late (mother’s pissed) Handouts, learn to act like Landau Pour Blue Curacao (if you insist) Drunk still, this party is Dullsville Harboring ill will to your parents Toothsome, win some and you lose some Until you become a document Born free, honking like you’re horny Peel slowly and see through sunglasses Nighttime, fast approaching stop sign Ass slapped with a fine and night classes Blacked out, making mother cry now Goodbye to summer, how’s this for punishment? Shaken, mugshot and prints are taken Added to the bin A document

You two are cute, but not enough to Take up the whole sidewalk Resembles a morning sky, pieces of past Reassembled in late July, sharp contrast Making the wrong ends meet, late on rent Off with the mercy seat, this time it’s different 8x10 headshots, high gloss Don’t wash this mouth anymore, though I still floss Honey, it’s getting harder to tell How we’re so short on this money and living so well Lovely, clouds part ways like a dream It’s clear somebody up there likes me for me

Pay attention: I’ll only do this once Maybe again for the people in the back Before I begin, a grey sedan’s lights are left on Might wanna tend to that Failed to mention, we’re supposed to close at dawn It’s already an hour past So pay attention: I’ll only do this once Maybe again for the people in the back A mote was jogged loose on the Amtrak Dyspeptic at the thought of coming back But some things would not return My mooring and anchor

What a mess Fresh out of my train coma I’ll not confess what’s going on up in here Feeling out of place and my stomach is bare We’ve got the rattle, party in back U-turn away from the sobriety check Can’t imagine they say, “UConn’s beautiful when it rains” Stolen champagne For my real friends “Oh it’s been a theme with this guy?” You don’t know me We’ve got the rattle, party in back U-turn away from the sobriety check It’s been a weekend, the night is young Excuse us for trying to have some fun

Now everything is perfect like it never was Time to focus on me Find a new job I wouldn’t recommend the silence to a churchmouse Now ‘we’ is back to being used in the royal sense Timeliness has met its recompense All is quiet in bed All is quiet in the big house No closer, moved you backwards Blind to the truth, I need someone who One meet cute, irresolute Believes in me, other than me Slow learners, Bunson burners Flame’s demand, scalding these hands Reflecting, the vows section Read ahead, hell, begin with the self Now I’ve got to catch a big fish Or shake hands with an A-lister Refract it on film Give that empty frame a picture This room is an unintentional shrine To nearly two yesteryears Brave the outside Not long enough to threaten sunburn No closer, moved you backwards Blind to the truth, I need someone who One meet cute, irresolute Believes in me, other than me Slow learners, Bunson burners Flame’s demand, scalding these hands Reflecting, the vows section Read ahead, hell, begin with the self

Bea’s a little hellraiser Hope she takes to Texas fine ‘Cause everything is bigger there But she’ll still be a small fry UConn left you with a degree and No Man’s Sky Your research paper earned you a wife Christ, I know it’s hard Mar-a-Lago’s got divots The way things are going Head for Austin city limits I don’t know semantics But for you two, it’s crystal clear There’s no devil in your details Just a Chinese character resembling a deer I think that means be good, think it brings you luck Benediction as a ten-point buck Christ, I know it’s hard They’re locking kids in cages The way things are going Escape to Austin for better wages Registry’s full of cookware Speaking of, for Pete’s space trucking sake Don’t make her ill like I from your curry In future dishes you set out to make Takeout’s always cool, tacos are sublime Barbecue pairs well with wine Christ, I know it’s hard They’re passing heartbeat laws The way things are going Let’s hope Austin is less flawed Didn’t cry at the wedding Not until much later to Naked Eyes But you don’t need my sad ass to tell you What you got is real, you guys It’s safe to say I’m envious, making a sap of me With your smiles and shared philosophy Christ, I know it’s hard Ice caps are exhausting The way things are going Hey, sea level elevation ain’t bad in Austin Now they say that Mengyu wears the pants As long as Jared stays dreamy For those present, we worry not ‘cause Boy, that kiss was steamy You taught me to hate plans, she does too I’m sure But with long distance you’ll find you love them more Christ, I know it’s hard Decency’s long dead The way things are going Try for Austin instead

Tried to go paperless But mail workers insist I pay my bills online So how’d my ugly mug Grace all four corners of The cover of Fangoria? Stray black cats and all the things that cross your path Down here, we all float I’m in between Miss Bloodbath 2019 And Max from Videodrome

Winter’s like your ex-boyfriend It comes too soon and without warning And though it’s summer, I can see my breath It’s apologizing for the dumbest fucking things And starting fires, one guesses, to keep warm Don’t succumb because you think you’d like it I’m numb to gestures like this and here is one To which I’m wiser the none I dropped by with these pitiful lips Hoping you’d find them fit to kiss No mistakes or delusions of these signs I threw ya Summer’s like my ex-girlfriend It does everything for me ‘Cause I might be miserable but at least the sun is out It is shining its rays on my sleepwalking splendor And pelting water balloons from a treehouse Don’t succumb because you think you’d like it I’m numb to gestures like this and here is two Still don’t have a clue I dropped by with this pitiful verse Hoping you’d be inclined to do your worst No mistakes, no nonsense Could you see us as more than friends?

Love, it ducks out and it’s the damndest thing It may take a toll or take wing You’ll plum forget all your allergies in spring Run your sanity into the ground, set it to a pretty sound Shuffle with angst and deal in kitsch I call a song what others call a blemish It’s just bad French and okay English Turn that shower into a tub and you can join our plastic hips club Lights long off, can’t envision sheep Or find a boring book to pretend read If you cry long enough, eventually you’ll fall asleep

The shaky signatures of a DNR Sign away not one, but two lives SARCOMA stands for Some Awful Ruin Chews Old Man Alive And it’s not vain To catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror That stretches into a stare Working nervous fingers Run through, feeling blue and Rummage in trash blonde hair Welling up to ask out loud (but not really) What the hell are we doing here?

Sophie’s lengthy with opaque eyes And more life than you Crawled into your lap the way animals do To the corner of a house’s less traveled room When they sense the end, though still not as sad as when You leave town And that’s a trip we aren’t keen on Packed our bags like morons Years to prep, all told The turnpike is full of tolls Saving your breath, from what was left One shred of acuity Amid heavy talks out of earshot Closure for you and me Mom later said, “Was he talking to you?” You don’t know the half I feel, well I never Not smart, maybe clever In the front pew, we bring ourselves to speak “Good work this week” You should know what you’re named for Cutting rugs on dancefloors Now our hearts, open sores I’ll down mine, up yours