poetry, more like blowetry

you, me, burrito
My heart is nothing more
than a microwave burrito
stuffed with cheese
that leaks from the sides
and hardens
and when you are done
all that is left
is the napkin covered in goo
and some stupid fucking
wrapper

Smile
I see you, I smile,
with beer and cigarette breath
a yellow smile
but a smile none the less
you see me, you smile,
wide mouth grin
eyes bright
a smile I can dig
we see each other, we smile
across rooms, through doors
smiles penetrate glass and wood
and me. . .
I smile

Blossom's Brother (Not Joey, The Other One)
Don't forget
to bury my heart
at wounded
krelbow