the answer is no okay so i'll tuck my knees to my chest & look introspective. i feel rough & tough & incredibly hip with this mood looking inside the folds to make sure i still haven't a thing but plastic dreams & worm leather. leg turns out, baby's got the bends as he pulls out sticker sign matching combination. tires smack the curb i hate my life i hate this car i hate my father & where are those matches this damn thing never works i'm late again but you've got the fast bus facial hair tickles your fancy if you tickle mine. tree growing out of the bag come out & go ready set zirkles lonely sleepy reformed rendered useless but loverly put in the parking lot quick before we maim the status quo. find the entrance to the five decayed body hiding just leave my alone & don't bother me i never get to nap alone not right while the appliances aren't dancing in sync with your plastic cars. fresh fresh flowers fishie dish wish squish your mish the smell the grey the dance who's a poet now? who drags you under manipulates & bulldozes into hills of dirt dirtyfishycaspian heels inside a non-compliance construction site resurrection of a tall man we've never met or seen or imagined if you close your eyes tight you can see the mistake where did it go when we were happily over after pLuSH pLaSTic.