a dime, top of the line...

You don’t see what I see And I’m glad for that Just buy you a drink And I’ll make myself look better. Liquid courage spilling backwards bypassing Vomit borders. I’ll light up your smoke and sound the alarms. By the millions blackened bits of earth and tar Inside your thin glass lungs, I can’t wait for them to leave. I love seeing their faces amidst anticlimactic circumstances Your handless arms Make an impression on me, perfect disability. Breathe in, let the invasion begin again They’ll never win, I’ve seen this before You’re unassuming hips And breasts lead me to the window upstairs You’re clear eyes have been talking to me this whole time You exhale again, and I swear I heard tiny little screams. Next to an ash tray my pillow is beyond bleach hope. I don’t mind though The smell stops me every time.