catfish
Your hands are shaking to the sound of the bass, the hums in the air, the drugs make all my thoughts hang without a doubt and your lips are endless ideas of infinity minus one, your eyes are shining as you turn, turn your head and your body against me, your eyes are- (que sera, sera) and you say,
lets look for things that are this moment (your breath is so close)
away from endless.
You feed your plant whiskey and cigarette smoke. You talk to them, sing in that cracked voice, I´m going to jump,I´m going to jump and have no fear. All your words are on a whim, all your movements are flight, quick and thoughtless and your mouth will fill with horses, breath galloping out, i´m going to, i´m going to jump-.The plant looks back at you and says,
You always look so
sad.