& you find it very necessary to pull out your hair
i wish i lived in a place called half-moon/ not for the place, but the name
/ today i wear a puke-colored shirt and
sing
loud
and
pick flowers
and
shake to sunny day real estate (came in a pink sleeve)
from my
record player
&&
hang red ribbon from my neck...
spitting cherry pits from my bedroom window and i realize
how unsatisfying
t.v. and
all that computer junk
is.
i feel sordid and i
half like it.
i'm a
half-moon
today..
|ah.lex.crumb|
