1997
Cold air
filling
stuffed up nose
like syrup
waking up on the floor
grew bigger breasts
lived on
macaroni and cheese
the prodigy
wicca
JJ
and weed
11 years old
so so much pain
best friends cold sores
equivalent to my 1st kiss
frisbee by the river
he was plastered..
so the fuck with this
3 little blonde girls
plastering the TV
so in august
bought the Hanson CD
The aroma of mud and salt water
filled the labrynth
of my worries
Centrum bunkers crumbling
rolling down that hill
out of control
violently falling
CRACK, SHATTER
that 30 seconds
about sums up my year
exhale the sweet smoke
through the bounce sheet
wouldnt want mama to know
that you're here
so share the bed with me
play with me
crack line on the doll house
as you smack me
stab me in the back
shoot the lamp beside my head
this is heavy shit
we are only 12.
was I used by you my friend?
no no you cant be pregnate
no no this cant happen
no no i shut my eyes
and all of this just falls away
California
south bound 1-5
orange skies
el nino fires
red tides, ear aches
fell inlove with the boogie board
peacocks out the window raising the roof
Portland with Cousins
laughing on the beach
but preoccupied by my
curly haired abnormalties
She called once on my birthday..
and wrote in september and june
I was so dismal and messed up
I didnt write back too soon
the disgusting noises at the hardy boys play
as you sat by me
I think i only loved
the way that you
hated me...
get the stick
out of your mouth
you dont need it anymore
look at grandmas lovely
oxygen bottle
dont start on this path
dont be like the ones you love
I loved that year
coz it fucked with me.
It made me comprehend