stucco conversation bubbles __________________________ i've been deprived i have been asleep waking, with another man's wallet in my pants wondering how long til i find the perfect stick of words to fit together to sound like rolling latin men i want to sound like i was pretty like i was a lego beauty queen sexy as i click together resizing my body with the times refitting my poetry in slicker jeans pulling the smoke ring around my just notic'bly damp eye when i mutter words like fuck, humid, and mother king, so's i can have a damn cool chair so my crew can notice and say sentences like: yeah, coo... that friend of mine and his damn, cool, chair i have been in florida dying i have been in virginia remembering dying in florida and etching punchlines for an epitaph plotting down pink streets and defiantly saying "you just missed Jesus" and "does acid rain scare you?" i want to fit wet dirt under the surface like ruining JUMBOJETAIRLINE beautiful sentences in the middle i too, want prince william but i don't understand it i'm afraid my idea of parents is wrong i want to do the right thing at the wrong time tip a hindu cow mostly i want chemically depressed people to say "you're funny" and an old friend to say "it doesn't matter"