spiders bite the palm
flowers grow out of the well
nimbus cruise on top

adolescent lake
alcoholic applesause
he’ll kiss anyone

no understanding
not so extraordinary
of what we feel most

crammed mixed split and pressed
bodies live a life their own
trapped in giggle time

this compared to what?
pass the gun to someone else
we can’t leave him be

I can hear a hum
“Zombie” by the cranberries
some random french girl

we won’t miss the waves
smeared over those memories
something to regret

nothing’s wrong with light
introspective tequilla
waste what you can’t spend