Walter Lucken IV
September 6, 2021
Hot garage
In the hot garage I suck down my last squares
learnin how to miss you
imon do it anyway im tryna do it right
when u come back can we walk
magic circles over the river til we get tired?
make up for the time we missed?
I got some shit on me doesn’t feel as heavy
when you’re always in my hair
thought you might be first I lay it on
scared somehow I can carry it now
I know you aint made a glass baby
I know you won’t break
I know my heart’s beatin in the pocket
when your ear’s up against my chest
to tell me if something don’t sound right
please come back and listen
please come back I’ll tell you
what was wrong the whole time I promise
Til then ima sit here
heavy in the hot garage with my last squares
it means somethin
my hands along her
a sudden warning do not go any further
I, she explained, had touched a serpent’s
nest of a supernova of a black hole of a
quick sand of a chasm of a gash of a
reflective pool in which, I, she explained
would lose my identity
well babe, that’s why I’m here after all
my name and its corresponding face is
a transitional house which the more
comfortable I become in it the closer
I am to the door, so can I live in your box?
if I lose my ten digit code in the snake pit
then I cannot die by virtue of not being born
so you see darling it’s on the other end of the
limit experience that we can be a liquid encased
in a magic bullet expanding and contracting
gas taking the shape of broad and multifarious
containers, I wanna end because I don’t wanna be
not in a cry for help way though
more like the inside of my shell is truly
the outside of my shell and it’s ok on the
other side of my coming apart
ready when u are
til then I take my hand away
cameras
christmas money we cut it with midol
call back to hollywood
florida tell em textbooks high this term
I need those retro 12s
spent that passive income on pelle leathers
waste products they need
me a fuck of a lot more than you
shoot it in your vein trick sniff it up your nose
dope man slammin them cadillac doze (rich boy)
camera camera I look
I stare they yell cut behind the camera
how many of you must I kiss in your casket
So as not to curse your memory
how many of you must I dream to
the next phase because our road together is done
how many of you must I lie awake
waiting for you to die so I can love your ghost
he had a lot of pain I hope he figured
it out but while he was here I kept my distance
plotting coordinates to another world you can
live the life you were meant to live without me
I’ll send you the directions cause this world is a tight space
waking up shivers and blood cold in my intestines
pressed nails on my chest shuddering bear what’s the matter
I won’t tell her what I saw in my dream because I know you’re behind the camera camera waiting to step
into the room this world is a tight space