(2013)
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
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
bring me things to break myself upon till
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
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
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate