Zakei’s took off in a stoner’s hippie van, his only bag cow’s clothing, echo.



A toothbrush, a bathing suit, some underwear



a couple of twenty-dollar bills.



His black trenchcoat, filled with american and canadian pennies, controversy, stilleto heel cigars, and stamps of upside down.



Useless unless he wanted to converse in pen with MC Escher, bless his twisted, confused heart.



Started off on dirty paths watching dirty fields run by, to touch the brown in the sky



Oh, he loved his chocolate world, he liked it dark with hazelnut



Ended in city life where women with warm mouths had cold hearts and eyes like winter sky



Sang him lullabies that only tramps can sing



The words are broken, all unseeing, off tune and squeaky clean



He made his life in cheap potato chip crumbs in-the-sheets motels



Rolling over brown wool with beautiful people in ugly lives



Pale limbs and dark sweat, sweet mouths with bitter tears



And plastic lies ; the lullabies that woman sang with winter eyes



Ended in Italia, a city of hot inhales and fierce white exhales



The women watched him like cats watched mice desire in eyes like coal

The bellas of italia ; all long legs and scented smoke



And murmurs like not so beatles after all music



All empty promises and lies like lullabies the woman wore their winter eyes like revlon envy



Smelling chardonnay on ms.italia’s breath



Her tongue was sour lemonade



That tongue she used to sing a lullaby, watching him



With winter eyes, as she took time



To spread her legs, and show him he was welcome



The silken garters wounded the woolen sheets of a dying mattress



Long way from home, on grimy foreign streets with crumbs between his jeans and ass



The cowboy boots coming apart



But they looked good



On twiggy boy



The only boy



That could look good, with his long legs and scented smoke and chardonnay lemonade tongue singing lullabies, in painted revlon envy



Saying goodbye



he kissed her with his winter eyes



she said they looked like sky.





wrote this a few months ago, before joining YWS, 'bout a character of mine