summerdays

stomach always full with snacks
looking for more always
running up
down the
stairs and back to computer screen
summerdays
looking for more always
mirrors summerdays
start to talking to myself
I'm suddenly an emcee
I'm suddenly in a movie
I'm suddenly looking for more

snacks always looking at my reflection
in the glass doors in daylight
only weak ghost lives there
maybe a mouth and my clothes
colors summerdays
maybe I pretend more things in mirrors
or masturbate and look at the light through
the sheets or speak in voices to myself
or reread stuff I've written