Its morning and Im awake. My souls been chosen not to take. I feel like Ive been asleep for years. Rolling out of bed. . And then I see the colors. Pressing up on my eyes.
Little Bastard, all fish belly white. Wears gym trunks and a tank top shirt. When his grandma sees him playing with a knife. She says, "Put that down, you're gonna get hurt".
The grass needs mowin. Its thick and overgrown. The weeds grow tall. Around Lake Brenda. . I hit the juice. Puts gravel in my goose. And helps me fall.