intimate dumpster

a plethora of one-sided connections

i love to surround myself with beautiful girls

who want nothing more

than to play in the park

and bask in the interchangeable seasons 

and let them slip past their interchangeable fringes 

and potentially like my internet posts

i love to surround myself with beautiful girls

who love to talk around me

i love to listen 

they love their boyfriends

they love what goes unnoticed

but they have less important things to speak about

i hate to surround myself with beautiful girls

who want nothing more

than to fill up any and all

gaps

i love to surround myself with beautiful girls who sings songs all wrong when they know

they can never really count on much but their mobility

and mouths

but mostly their mouths

i love to surround myself with beautiful girls who throw together 

warmth

in the circumstances in which the cosmos have left us to our own

i love to surround myself with beautiful head bobbing

foot tapping

black black black black

girls

who like everything outloud leaving a trail of sunshine crumbs

right at my toes

i hate every last beautiful girl

for asking me if they look good today

you always look so

clean

with next to no exceptions

and while youre looking so clean

im looking through the free box for something that knows

the sentiments 

on the tip of my tongue