bat

I don't want to know what you look like,
I don't want to know if you don't tell me
Tell me something to hear your voice
give me something to feel
sometimes I forget and not think
not going to do the things I am supposed to
I drive and turn right then left and straight
I get bored and want to go home
I sleep alone
I wait for the time to pass
I don't want to know anything in
this age of information
I want to sit in the sun
and smile with the wind
between my teeth
and care less with bukowskis grave
not rhyming with traditional rules
and expensive schools
and friends and money and memories
I I I I I
listening to a cave echo
my talons wont let go
scars that remind me of everything