(2014)
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
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
bring me things to break myself upon till
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses