once upon a shangri-la

here i am, staring at the gibson sg with its front teeth knocked out hanging on your wall
watching kids tv shows and telling you about my dad and how
he's kind of an asshole, but not really, he does what he can, you know what i mean
as the words fall out of my mouth like a famine
the sound of my voice the slow spread of disease
a big redwood tree growing out of my brain and sharing my colors with you
because you deserve it
i think
because you said
'your eyes are so green
but so were the zodiac killer's'
and that honestly makes more sense than you'll ever know
if everything goes as planned
if the things in our lungs and our brains and our hearts keep us apart
and we keep breathing as two separate works of art
and here i am, hoping i have a chance
at your big brown eyes and their lingering glance
it makes my head spin
the blood and the tarantino guts on the tv in front of us
are so different from
my head on your shoulder
your cheek on my hair
our bodies slumped together like two unemployed scarecrows
the best of friends
but maybe, just maybe
something else, too