The frigid air in my lungs

delerious...morning sunshine as cold as hands to hold hearts...EMO FUCKS!!! sorry excuse for a call-out, so I walk into the icecube tray. wheeze. if they take advantage of my breath one more time. toll rung out towel hand soap- I am clean. brillance in the glare off the skyscrapers. my friends are gargolyes- stone- fly- as real as your imagination can be today. blew off for the last time. blew again. blew my chances in the back nine. if you're not on my 'fuck-you' list, you will be soon enough. the bargain basement extravaganza. exist in the exit ramp/ My popular rhetoric partition in guilt. Cool to college kids like Che shirts. We are slimey today. Tomorrow will be driftwood in my rutters. Eat seaweed and see me, frozen under a lake of ice fisherman. snag the hook, wait for the ending...and stay cold, ice cold!