when renato sobral began slowly to rise
i could see the fireworks pouring out of his eyes
the blood spilling from his twice-broken nose
there are no birds outside but cardinals and crows
the younger ones eat the older ones whole
to take back the blood-covered badges they stole
piles of red feathers all over the sand
this year i hold the lighter in my hand
kicking the mortar between the stones
and me sitting on them all alone
with dustin and jesse and cody and jay
and george and dallas and matt and blake
just me and my jackass attitude
and my fuck-the-rest-of-em worldview
i don't drink beer and i don't smoke weed
i don't want any of the things i need
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I miss your emoness.
on my new computer, when adding this site as a bookmark, it gave me an option of what to call it. i called it "whales."
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