we break this bread and cut
the finest pieces of cheese.

we wear crowns on our heads
like two little princes
and run around this town
in reckless abandon.

there's humor in a memory -
i know my shit grin
will bust me
once again.

i was never good at keeping
secrets from you.

a kaleidoscope
fragmented in diamond shapes
rained down
on sunny days like today.

moody monday
turned
into
a
large mess of sweated disposal.

i heard that song you sing.
it sounded nice
to the beat of
today's cloud chasing

its tracings linger.