monday night life.
glass of whiskey.
high, hot shower.
cinnamon steam
alone, as i will it
and smiling into
plastic walls
slammed into
by imitation jellyfish
slamming into each other
over and over
while imitation souls
in sacks of skin and bones and full of shit
slam into
plastic walls and
each other
over and over
i wish people would just go away
as i willed it
so i could be enveloped
always
in a lacy black state of almost
nothing
with smudged eyeliner and chipped nails
with no reasons
or some
reasons that i cannot always explain
with passions i cannot fully understand
but i do understand
that i will revel in fake jellyfish
and in real souls
aware of what never was
where walls have seemed to melt
away



hello my little love sprinkles.
i hope your new years weekend was happy.
i hope your today is happy.

my weekend was groovy nights

and stellar mornings.



a mouse is chattering in my wall.
i don't mind
he leaves me be.
it is frigid out and
my warmth and bread are plentiful
he is just living and dying
and so am i


have your piece of personal fucking happiness
and eat it, too.
shove it in your fucking face, baby.

fuck everything else.

viva!

till we meet again
<3 Rexxy