i

i'm not thinking 

about 

anything

because this is not really where i'm going to be

so fly in his silver bow tie

swinging arms, shoulders gyrating

my arms flap absurdly

the pain, this sickness dissipates in the sun -

 your warm sun my burnt amber, my head throbs your head stops

let me

lie in the sun some more, stare

at my maroon toes think 

of you not thinking about me about the vines around your face the 

wine that twines around your head you're far away driven far away farther away 

my sunglasses have snapped the bombs are going off around me the same songs are playing and now i'm just lost in the some flakes some sickness