1 NOTES

too many screens.

drifting to sleep, my
crazed little beastie boys.
in the dark of the morning
I shall run, head down and
breath shallow. this is what
I look forward to. “I’m gonna
knock you out! mama said”
how you like me nooowww?
kickin’ it old school on
this barbecue of a futon.
hush, now, mama said cool j.
two L’s are better than
none.