02-08-2015, 08:55 AM
Holding you will
Only cost $12.99
At a %1,000,000 interest rate
In the so-called long run
Is what the Oracle explained to me with a fractal rainforest
Stapled to a suit stolen off the back of a bankrupt boxer
But our national monuments have pollen
That can be held in a trust fund for you
And rolls of marzipan for when you’re afraid of leaving your room
No one can afford to
Disappear into Parisian side streets
If they aren’t willing to appreciate the art of dumpster diving
There could’ve been brunch rituals
And other privileges to grow tired of
But damn you look like a satellite burning in a beige barn
When you talk about feeling lost
And forever ago you drank straight from the bottle
Just to make a decision your parents would disapprove of
So on our behalf
The whole sky flared up in pink embryos
In search of a thesaurus
And fuck
I don’t have the infrastructure to write old-fashioned letters
For people I can’t stop thinking about
But please misunderstand me
For what I am
When you choose to leave
My already empty bed