ryan c. taylor// argo nunya

wet palms and dry lips paint a skyline of wide hips

i cough cool and bleed spit and write wrongs with a tight grip

i shoved off and called to quit, don't doctor me we're counterfeit

see me in you and go with it,feign sex fiends with sissy shins

fall for me passively like a heel slit

agressively address the past me like you're dope sick

i sew my mouth shut around the worst of friends

say argo nunya to the rest of them

duck out the last month to avoid eviction

should probably stop now and call this fiction

ryan c. taylor// named after a jetson

sit in circles sick and sacred.
emotionally pushed from pen to pavement.
third time's a charm my feline favorite.
i worked weird weak i wish she'd save it.
awkward hands called out her cadence.
a female firm last name not jetson.
i had a hole i wish she slept in.
waited too long and missed the message.
now we don't know and i'm complacent.
she's reached new heights
forgave forgiveness.
fuck fists i'm fine
all fear and friend less.
there is a girl
a once could have been.
old man fear crawled up and crept in.
i no longer know nor care to listen.
she was a picker.
i'm still a peasant.