i will wipe that smile off your face
if that's what it takes*
for you to take me seriously
baby i'm frustrated
i'm tearing up beer matts
while complicated
thoughts are ramed back down my throat
and curve around my heart and sleep
just sleep
until it won't pump but it jumps
and i tell you that i love you
when i'm not sure if i love you
do your asterisks ever signify anything?
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn