tombstones

i've got my stutters
and you've got my lies
doesn't it sound
fantastic
tonight?
screaming
like tonsils
stuck in the
snow
there's nothing but
heart ache
in november's soul.
his house
is empty
of leaves
and of
sweat
oh, so she
takes a
biglongshortthroatydeepcoldsaltystingy
breath!
and begins her
speech
to the gravest audience
you'll ever find
it's called
regret.

today
i have a book bag
inside the book bag
i have several
very
important
newspaper articles.