Eliminating the fun from my day
Because I’m afraid of giving off energy,
Afraid that my vibes will spill out bacteria
On the veranda,
.
Or anywhere else, a lot of these
Sacred spaces
.
In this sterile land, a
Land where they try,
And try,
And
Still
Hardly
Get anything right,
.
I think of you like a stingray
Of golden pigment,
Your eyes splaying out to the sky forming
A girl’s intuition and
I just know that human beings were put here to confuse each other,
And make music smiling with lip stick stockings
Wearing the wrong clothing to the inside of mind orbit.