They Tell Me Nice Things – a poem

 

Another assignment for the books…

THEY TELL ME NICE THINGS

 

There’s a club if you’d like

To jump off

 

I throw my head off

And I think

they like me

 

Inside there was the

Smile of tobacco

And a boy

But really, he’s just a boy with fingers

And a girl

Crying in my glass

Still tastes pretty

 

I pulled off my lips

And I found myself attractive

And the tobacco was still

Smiling in the corner

And I danced around jokes

 

My friends walked through

Puddles of fire

While I dig up some lode

Resigning my eardrums for the night

And we breezed

And told me nice things

 

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