Observational Poem #11


face down on linoleum
stop so violently, spit comes out of my mouth
I still have bad memories about number 2.
He only had 4 teeth

and talked about stuff that didn't make any sense

I'm not afraid of him

I'm not sorry I did this

I can justify this

I am a professional

But I only own two

It makes me break down and cry

It's called pattern recognition

feeling, plot, characters

all can be important

However, I'm wearing too tight of jeans

and it would have taken too long

it wasn't managed well

I just said good-bye to my goldfish

Besides, we like the floor.