CAN I MAKE IT DAMN RIGHT I BE ON THE NXT FLIGHT PAYIN CASH FIRST CLASS SITTIN NEXT TO VANNA WHITE


cradle my head to yr chest
keep me from a fly away
cover me in slat wood shingles
armor my aged softness wit
bark wit yr turn away from
anything you can smile at
me or angry life or job complaints
tulips for you the never ending
wasp of bar bros put your hand
on my mane a pet to be pet
to be pet name me a diamond
jaw rough enough to cut glass
cold as a question to hold hands
i am sitting in a booth wit boo
 staring at the space between
us call me a rope bridge a
dangerous escape to the other
side of some beautiful ravine
we could take burros down
the cliffwall to see a narrow
river that has carved its way
through rock more unmoved
than my stubborn ask for touch