i'm getting upset over

stupid things

like billboards and 

closed doors.

like slowly revolving surfboards

and cold wood floors.

jingling chains, forgetting

the things that make it

sunshiney-lolly-good-vibes

and closing my eyes too fast.

but if i eat sunshine and dreams

it'll make everything okay because

the stuff in it will buff up my mind

and let me deal with the blow jobs,

slaps to the buttocks, spitting and any

other sick, perverse fuck up of my mind.