Screw astronomy
‘Cause Pluto will always be
A planet to me

Can’t decide if I
Want to shout expletives or
Buy British clothing

Man, I hate grammar!
What the heck is a gerund?
Thank God for poems.

covered in curled pubes,
once white porcelain now
iridescent yellow glows.

So how come when the
Stormy weather finally leaves,
It still isn’t sunny?

Bright strands of light
Piercing through the window
Warm against my skin

Streetlights glow brightly
Alongside an empty avenue
Not a soul in sight

in the silence
before you start the song:
the soft crackle of the amp.

under the fuzzy orange glow
of streetlamps in the mist
the tires’ hiss skates across my dreams.

amid overgrown grass,
and windblown trash:
yellow blossoms.