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Is it even real that America happened like this

Are we living in a real place

liquefied with the heat can you see how its darker

Molasses legs are back

air like water

good thing the train smells like

fresh laundry and feels like ice

sweating

dream where no one he introduces me to 

remembers my name and he is defensive for me 
ending in two snakes coiling around each other

wanting to buy myself some practical new identity-wear

tasty fruit game on the iPad to my right

is drunk what it feels to be old?

the child of parents

a figment

cerebral cutie

morphy edges freak

i will always be a gangsta

i will never be a ho

my hands are dir T

dark dark juice

this is no novelty to me

that is no novelty to you

dark dark juice

my hands are dirt T

the difference in waiting to be tapped on the head in dark dark juice and being the juice

think about the sun and

love of life

husband and wife

Califonia feels 
the wide and lifted

birds in a certain way 

plus wooden table coffee beans

and cement space for trash cans

being pulled to the curb

around the side of the house

width of windows and mild people

wearing colors like

2010 my twin my twin

reading tween

poolside birds and brown skin

12 again drive me around

quiet and brown

3 through 17 again i used to heard

so many birds want you so bad

Why did I cry?

I'm a clown in here
Compulsively hitting up the dollar rack

Listening to the neighbors talk about how a lady tried to kill her boyfriend with antifreeze in his coffee telling him it was Splenda

Not so fresh fruits and veggies
It's ok if you don't want to come see
me.
I'm getting lazy in the work place

Rich people are income generators they make money make money
What's the most righteous thing to consider the situation

What's the most righteous to say that this situation

We are all victims and beneficiaries of our own magical thoughts. We are self-fulfilled prophecies.

Niagara is a sad town
The falls pull you towards them
So many empty storefronts
tourist failings
No spa
Shivering next to the pool
While you smoke
I want to be made of mist
If I can't be made of gold
   with you

Saying yes when you want to say no
Yes!

But I miss my baby
It is cloud 9
When you touch my face

I think we both have strong magical thoughts

Blue pie
Blue morning glories
Blue sweater
Blue church

Did my hair stop growing when we met

Words are easy
Feeling satisfied by the ocean
for what it is for what it is
is hard

You're always at war with yourself
Internal battle

Friends who were sad and with lots of drugs
versus my true blue you