I mean there is a heavy sadness on them
I  mean I can walk quickly and without regrets
down the hallway and into the white-walled bathroom.  I mean
to get clean again. I mean to purify. I mean to do this with or without
a Fram's Air Hog performance air filter.
When I say I'm going to wash my hands, I mean I'm filled with regret
not a Waring PBB204 Professional Bar Blender, Chili Red.
Nor the Arieta espresso machine where until you let me leave, we make cappucinos instead of love
Vomit on me Baby!
Or clean me with lightly scented lemon wipes
and wash my body in the bathtub.  This night
an avalanche of remorse
pouring down the bathroom sink.  When I say I'm going to leave the house,
I mean I am going to wash my hands, when I say you wear footed pajamas and the most of my heart
why not leave the house without the when I say. Afterall, it is nice out.
I mean, what's up with that?
You're the auto-sink. I'm the chick in dark clothes that doesn't register, doesn't turn you on.
Cool.
Anyone want to get a burrito?
Anyone want to run away? When I say I'm gong to wash my hands,  I mean in Peru
Asinine vegetable mower goes meow.
When no one is looking, I cut off my hand.
Let's say I am a ragdoll for the sake of argument. Let's say then
that the robots have inherited the earth, as planned:
and the earth is now robotic, a mechanical mock-up of itself, the stars on pulleys, a globe awhir
with nudes missing their hands.  The sun
explodes & it's okay.