spit on my jeans

spit on my jeans
and big glass houses that people never live in,
or sometimes live in.

i write this on a screen
and I hate that
all i write about are things.

Ideas come from reading,
and maybe we’ll meet up later
when i’m more rested,
but you can stay out.

Billy knows something i don’t because
he is a father
and I am a pedestrian.