something new and old
and blue and molded and
rotten through the core
of friendship bracelets,
they grow like trees in a fruit
laden forest outwards and
outside to the depths of
itself, lovely incidents, drunk
drugged overtly snug and smug
literal badgers digging wolves
and eyes of plentiful bounty
to tits and dick balls swinging
with age for to never is
to pay the price of
you’re ever nothingness and regret,
the smallest things
are the hardest things
are the worst in your mind,
they’ll creep up on you and rail your soul.
sucking you up into the nose
and bringing nothing to everything.
pain is in remorse to outcropping.
it’ll come to you.
bleeding through your silence,
and letting out convulsing,
heart attacks similar in smiles as they are in tears.
forget the rest and leave the best memories to chance.