When I Close My Eyes, My Advice to You

Never near enough,

scrolling down the side.
Slide away,
skipping past, little girl.
Past joint.

Pick pocket,
weary of time,
repetition scale,
excitement.

If I wore pants once,
I'd hit myself.

Hair.

Discordance,
hilarious.
About time.
Yesterday was, anyway.

Here my finger is still bleeding.
Adornment.
Compliment.
A mouse died yesterday,
escape.

Blow me away,
sit on my mind,
abomination of perfection.
Ordinary,
perfectly ordinary.

Already did it yesterday.
Alright?
Clean the blinds,
stop! Good, good.
Good.

Pull something big out,
in the foreshore.
Fight.
Flight.
Dangerous hill.
Sanctify.