Edited Notes Pt. 4

Cherry bombs in your mailbox
perhaps the only way I could
even come close to hopes
of saying that I think you're cute.

I forgot this past week
shadowed recollections
wishing at times that I
could forget your fucking face

somebody walking turns back
a mild interest or less than
maybe that's all I can hope for
when the sky's pissing incontinence

fuck cocaine
I don't want function
a being of release/relief
maybe insight if I feel
like what I have isn't worth shit

the shit you have is the shit
what you can kiss sweet goodbye
if life's a shroud
five minutes ain't time for the
smallest pocket of air