I want you to just smell
like that dust
That little stuff all dangling out
your lobes

Hardly a sign of cured inflammatory nostrils
I just thought the spoon would help your nose
heal a bit

We roll over with the intensity of tanks
although we would never kill kids
we had just thrown candy at

Oh how were wrapped and I love you
Our cob web was spun by the finest
Dab us in a glasses of OJ
and cure that old cold

Or light the match
or two if we need it
And watch this fucking habit
take us down

11/23/2007

Author's Note: In memory of Joey Diaz R.I.P.

Posted on 11/23/2007
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