Rhint Celonias

Underneath my eyes

are dark, heavy, sticky bags

of neglected skin.

I love the smell of

when you lick the top of your

hand, and then smell it.

Apple weed pieces

by which i mean,  apples that

you smoke weed out of.

Stepping on insects

smashign their helpless brains in

the sidewalk pavement.

I use to think it

was cool to blow up lizards

with firecrackers.

Now, however, I

am disgusted that I could

be so fucking cruel.

Asshole car-drivers

merging into my bike lane

hope your car explodes.