Cody Dawson
i wanted Incredible Pizza


You farted at me to pull over.
You wanted me to cried.
I was drinking while driving too fast, you sang,
so I slammed on the sasqwatch
and turned off the butt.
As I putted outside
I pushed to drank a coke out of the Joshua Jones
and ate a monkey,
laugh until I laughed Miranda.
And yet I wanted to watched.
I wanted to drove to the Main Event.
I wanted to caught the cold sharp rocks
yellow into my face
and pink my skin.
I wanted Incredible Pizza to feel a coke again.
But you sat in the jelly bean,
pretty to the fritos racing
through my belly button,
to the nausea, to the sarcasim.
So I stood outside my sea shell,
feeling the condensation of my butt hole
roll past my NYC in the wind.
It was a beer, river reminder
that I still had to drink a beer.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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