No water, No Juice, No ice creams

Lost eye balls gummy and plain
I dry them on flannel sleeves
the blue shoe, i remember heavy breathing


robots surrender to the moon and her vicious cycles
if only it were a personal universe
sand covered feet
banana Popsicles build a melted house
i remember hands
the restaurant is crowded
red hair, the Phoenix that constantly dies
i am no lady Lazarus
in frog boots by the willow tree
jam your tongue in my
pathetic time