Cocaine Fistfight

After you dropped me off tonight
I can inside and brushed my teeth
to you. this is hopefully normal
but me right now, I want an award

then, I put on my pajammies
and hung my jacket on a hanger,
noticing that its neighbors collars were facing the wrong direction (opening left)
and knew, just knew, that while I've been away someone wore my tweed sport coat

Collars don't lie
But I used your eyeliner
That's why god made sisters
that and for that one night we decided to cocaine fistfight

I digress. Pants and panties (I notice the moist cotton and remember our kiss) come off; pedophile  pajamas, pulled on.

That's not supposed to mean I kiss my sisters, only that my add ocd brain links shit and I kinda stopped apologizing for transvergent peripheries even if that word doesn't exist

I want to love you even though I don't know you
I couldn't care less but I still hear you

and I don't give a damn
let's just be clear

but always the angles of the asymptote glean near
and it is all I can do but stand

human
against all odds
against all gods

for that chinks in the shell which allow shadows
without the moon we have no stars by which to navigate

I sniffed my panties
and brushed my teeth

01.01.13