#shittyiphonepoem

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Crystal

Get you an empty crystal glass and sing, never stop till the crack in you flies out your voice and belts the cup with your red desire. Blood is thicker, unhesitant in its rhythmic course through a falling race, it races with unreadiness and honesty.

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Daisy

What is a daisy when it's tucked behind her right-side ear? It's a smile calling sunlight silly, pinned so far away. Golden petals grin, blind to their wearer pouring heartache out in rhymed verses. My head hangs hollow and I whisper, "The daisy you wear is drooping, dear."

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B&G

"Easy come, easy" I really love the things that you do. You’re a boy. Well, my glass is empty. Who’s fault is it you drank it up. You’re hot, wanna move to Denver and hang with me a bit. I’m not gonna do that. Why not? God, you didn’t order anything to go. No? (Can an outsider sit infield and consider the changing summer breeze on an unworn horizon?)

“Close cover • Strike gently” Can I get a lager from you Ash? Bottle, draft? From you, just bottle please. Bottle? Please. Salt and lime? No lime, please, and no salt. As you wish. Have you seen? Well of course. It’s a shame. Why? Virgin eyes are green and brimming ignorance. It never is blissful anyway. Hot damn. So, I won’t take another. I believe you’re both drunk and lying. So wrong, Ash.

“Keep away from children” Fuck me then, don’t drink this shot. Or this. Or here, gin. I hate it. Who doesn’t? Alcoholics. Exactly. Good one, that. Oh hush up. Why do you even come? The waking of winter in my dry skeleton. That’s just booze muddying the waters of regret so even tangerine lake-floors bleed cinnabar. No more, then? Not from me. Goodnight, Ash. Tomorrow?