poem

wave

wave like a

famous bitch


strike corn into the soil

like a douchebag


and then Christopher ran off,

raining poems or light or softies

kissing armpits


stitched across the pillow

a fantastic heart

a terrific heart

sumptuously kickass


sounded off

"It was a draw"

right out

"It was an utter draw"

turn up

"That there was a draw"


I stopped.