a sonnet for kyle crawford

 

we're drinking because we have time to drink
what is Kyle short for why is Kyle so short
you think love is enough to love enough
of us the losers the lame duck high jumpers
i am so high all day and i am afraid of running
water do you spell my name out in the mirror
do you say i do not miss you i only wish you
were in my belly singing a song about sunny
meadows or something pleasant that buzzes
through the skin like a billion bees fucking
crazy man all those bees in your stomach
flying around making you gush with honey
natures nature farm growing in your eye--
brows and the sprinklers turned on full blast