slug green, and begging for more liquor

glowing fuzz exits the pours of your skin
poison dribbles down your sun-kissed arm
the matinee is cheap, i've got tickets to the 3 o clock
poison pours down your throat
we decide to walk,

on the way we see a couple sitting together on a bench
he's holding her like a newborn flower
struck by that sight,
i turn to you
i want to know what you think
i want to know what you see
the look you mean to be on your face
as we tripped through the daisies
we played old games my grandma tought me

tickling the back of my neck for sometime now
you've been there, you know it and like it
just a little further you say not believing your own words
our legs go soggy, we collapse into folds of old records, and tv shows

tend to your fireplace

i'm laying on the sidewalk waiting for you,
and your planting mouse traps in my neighbors house