All I want to do is palm trees for god— for the government
dry them off like honeydew or pineapple chips
because I love those lungs of blue, that co2 that you ooze
we’ll grow together like tumors in spring
you and me together
sicker than cancer
high forever
till the end
because we’re both nothing but just some life amateurs
lost
looking for entrepreneurial opportunities
to keep us afloat
and you know at this point
I’d do anything to not do anything