hands have germs, they give you worms

this is it:

the youth degeneration

generating new youth

babies having babies

hoping that they become

adults by appearing

like gods to those

below and eventually

those above too

*

i am trying to

work on my self

because my self

doesn’t try to

work on my self

*

what can you do

i’m asked by

a childhood friend

who’s packed into adulthood

like a cramped van

on our first trip to wonderland

which involved sharing

chip bags and pizzas

and rides

screaming

moving faster than we knew

snot flying

spit flaying

car ride slow

sleepy

on the way back

to here

where the drool still licks

and

where we drive  in my car

him saying

that the old van broke down

back whenever it was

things break down

and after are thrown away

to wherever it is

where things are thrown away

he forgets

but

what can you do

we shake hands

as i drop him off

to work

a childhood song

reminds me

to wash myself safe

afterwards