stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?

finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center

love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.

cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate

you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens

so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses

I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered

you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use

now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine