Ma Jolie

Rows of condos and birds as helicopters

I had a headache when you left give up something

And it's luke warm blood telephones

Have eyes to tip out feelings to dropping off

Like guns and flies

Take her down to the river

And she would walk

Right over the water

Take him down to that goddamn river

Full of visuals and half wit harlequins

It's full of smiles and laughter

We'll weed them out like dandelions

And your arms like batteries and you arms

Are chandeliers bought a ticket to

The picture show to rip down feelings

Move these walls inside myself

I lost my car keys underneath

The palm tress and city lights

Avert my eyes to move northwest

This is a poem, a combination

Of a sentence broken up to form

A rhythm. you are a poem little pieces

Of my senses broken up to form an image

Take her down to the river

And she would walk

Right over the water

Take him down to that goddamn river

He would drag you straight down to the bottom