the evidence shows i told everyone adios the levies are broke like every heart that i exposed i suppose the dirt roads that bore this toad dismissed every kiss that insist that i indulge i wish, that i listened; instead what i did is fold hide my Jekyll & the echoes, saying let go, if you ain’t staying or if you’re just playing this Morse Code’s archaic an arcade, draining her heart of gold which her... close your eyes & pick a picture from prior poems it’s her... the flyest one in the entire room trying her damnedest, to iron my damage while admiring brooms, to jump over shivering, while giving my future a once over hiding my sandwich from Claires, telling Cliffs, lunch is over i understand it’s, love who wants to come over & binge watch us synchronize our watches when the ink dries, the splotches signifies time’s monotonous; but not spotless & my greed for options, held me hostage till annoyed & hostile, she tells me, boy stop it what the hell… oy, i’m stopping