I am apple juice in a pint glass
A millionaire’s haggard shoes worn for good luck
I am blue under the fingernails
I am a two hour poet and a twenty two hour recycling can
In the winter,
My hands are colder than my heart is
My hands are colder than the night is
My hands are more pink than my heart is
Than my lungs are
Than your doll house was
Minus an angry drop of crimson
I am bus driver coffee breaks
I am having to go to the bathroom real bad
While listening to a poem about waterfalls
Colostomy bags
The slow crying of icebergs
I am there for you
I am way over there for you
I am a locked box filled with teddy bears that kiss with syringes
You have always had the combination
The rain prayer
The ashes to ashes forget me knots
The microscope to my ant farm...
But its always raining
Its always raining apple juice under millionaire`s fingernails
And I am still a recycling can of crimson drops
Drive by bathroom breaks
And icebergs still cry in my hands
