real estate failedthe porn of my family is kept in tupperwareand what for?
viagra kisses kept in the corner draw with the alarm clocks
grow upsee the city for the treesthe hood ornaments on the lawn and strike matches in the forest
avocado slices are not baconselflessness is elsewhereand an island of mailmen deliver bedlam to the people
see the vacuumand paint the sitcom walls with it's graceful paintwatch nothing surface as your life burns
feel nothingand allow the colour of your soul
What is the sum of 9 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.