shiny, on a tuesday afternoon, she's so
shiny, makes me want to say something
'bout her hair. easy wind blowing through
the apathetic leaves lifts the satisfying
feeling from my tongue. desperation heals
the unaffected in a manner most precisely
labeled "cutting off the wound."

looks like another rainy label-chasing whore;
looks like another nifty style;
looks like my mind has changed
with every passing mile.
looks down on high society,
looks up to high propriety,
looking for a hiding place
to stash away denial.