happy fools,

spinning in circles

inside my drink.

tornadoes of all my little smiles.

hurricanes of all my little devils.

hollow points inside the ice cubes

that adorn my cup.

i tip and spill.

for my fallen homies, right?

kissing the pavement

i crack my feet upon.

kissing sand and dirt

after i kissed god's lips.

make me feel human again.

make me feel real.

spit in rhythms

and speak in rem cycles.

hatred for universals,

but love for your criticisms.

so i do my best to kill my little darlings,

quietly,

but without mercy.

spinning circles,

these happy fools inside my drink,

tell me tales

of landmines and love notes,

of mirrored halls and minor hells.

no sins or virtues.

no times for curfews.

just love spilling over my eyelids

like happy fools

in my naked dreams.