Juicy Couture Brush Roll

Empty bottles a step away from me on the table
green game
reflect my swollen eyes
green alcohol and swearing. The phone

knocked down the last idea on the wall, dirty and bulky shoes

Bullets and stones for the giants.
Television talk about anything
audience with tears in command
where were you yesterday, what will you do today,
music that jumps from one disk
ruined and aged.
poison into the coffee

am going to go to sleep in the bed of dirty whores
purchased by the hour, even this is love

too sweat.