plan b

final burn

i can throw ashes pretty far.
hand in my pocket, i lean across the hood.
do i want to make you cry, or
do i want to know that i could?

solitaire

when you play solitaire
sometimes you can't draw a goddamn two.
and that two is all that keeps the cards
from stacking, suit by suit.

i've played a lot of queens,
placed a lot of kings,
laid all four aces,
black and red across the table.
still i can't find that goddamned two.

i listen to the same songs play.
turn triplet cards all goddamned day.
still can't find that stupid two.
i'll never find that fuckin two.

it's funny

"so yeah i even dreamed that i lost my arm and then i cried when you wouldn't take me back.
just cause i didn't have my arm.
so i shot myself."
-PLEDGE, Jeremy Fisk

i sat in the back of the car
and you in the pink dress,
as i leaned to put my face on your shoulder,
a crash and you
reached over the trunk
to grab the shards of my head.

where were we when kennedy died?
we sat in the schoolyard where our parents met.

i can't help but know
that these poor fools
will always round the corner
slow,
hood down,
hair to the breeze.