going to mexico and nowhere.

how the morning lets my hatred go,

up and down,

to and fro - like restless ghosts.

frantically fanatical,

"ugh large one"

as blood runs dry.

god, i don't give a shit.

at a time when i don't give a shit,

breeding

unabashed and reckless disregard and

feeling so happy they're getting back on their bus.

floating blissful in unconsciousness,

like babies in a cradle,

cries immutable:

love, simple pleasures, and vomit shit stained shirt.

going back to mexico and nowhere.