shelter

let's make kiss lips

and snuggle bunnies

up in margaret's room

you read my diary 

it'll be on fire out on the street. 

the girl with the nose job knows

that that isn't your under taking

It's your under wear and not your

only heart breaking

is that a sentry gown you're

wearing above the lake

hands wrapped around the moist pole

we must make our way back to the bank

says peter, before it is too late

isiah wears a dress towel on the porch

now dragons approach

A horrible roar coming out of the steam

clearly we will be lost out here

like we were before

inside the dorm room 

where they are building a fire

beautiful and young

their lives almost over

and the dvd's have yet to be returned

boom boom go the speakers

in the trunk of this poem

as it passes down the street again