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

shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts

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

let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or

people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring

just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not

when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high

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