We Are Not Lovers.

Today I got yelled at by a passing dog

And a policeman. I gave the dog

A look of contempt and the policeman

A bouquet of pinwheels.

I wanted to be dirty,

So I stole a car that was naked

And left its torn leather seats

Outside of town, staring out over the hills.

If your head was a lamp,

It would only go one click

Before it broke.

I have a jar full of secrets

I can’t tell anyone

But I can tell how much you suffer for them

And it makes me want to step inside

and spread you around.

Honestly,

I’d like less of me in this world,

Less of me fallen like saltwater taffy over telephone lines,

exploded bubble gum and feathers.

Count backwards from five thousand

until the ceiling turns the face of your mother

into ten mangy dogs

but still you can't sleep.

At 3:45 in the morning

Your toaster oven knows you

better than the girl sleeping upstairs.

But this slice of pizza don’t know shit.