2,4,6,8,2

[climbingonroofs]

Cinquains

Fucking

righteous baby.

I know you are, baby.

But don’t you think that maybe I

am too?

Stranger.

I want to take

your placard of woe and

show you the things in my mind that

save me.


It is

A premium

Thing to be able to

Lick your own elbow. So try it.

Go on.

My mind

Is like the wind.

It contains elements

Of the pieces carried over

The world.

I was

Only seven

When I rolled down a hill

And became paralyzed and scared.

I froze.

Major

Delay in my

Frequency. So sorry

For the inconvenience to

Your journey.

Crooked

Rain in L.A.

It may be apparent

I am listening to ‘Pavement’

Right now.

How do

You find what it

Is that makes the day end

With a desire to wake up the

Next day?