- Keith Banner
Blue Cotton-Candy Bubblicious
Updated: Jun 2, 2020
wrapped around a bullet
backseat of an SUV, there it is
evidence of a love-letter to his own mouth
black and milds have
that taste of cake
disappearing into your spit
a dance outside by the gas pumps
the gas pumping outside the pump
into the tank like music into ears
tattoos and sore muscles
a soreness at the core
of his skull , um, you have to have fun
the necessary volcano
where is it?
deep inside there,
where his eyes start seeing
what he wants to see and
then he can't see shit
so he needs a pack of bubblegum
so he can blow phosphorescent motherfucking
sky-blue bubbles
planets you walk on,
gun in your hand
smile on the face, almost innocent
but still not right
cotton-candy smog and a slow
way of breathing until the electric
current takes over, and then
a staticky martian voice
whispering beautiful shit like
i want you
I want you right now
(dedicated to aaron hernandez r.i.p.)
