it occurs to me that I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore
that you wont help me sleep and I won’t find Dostoyevsky interesting because you told me to
that I’m in love with identities who are excessive
who are broke
who are not quirky in a 16th and Valencia post-apocalyptic euphoric kind of way
you wont catch my references
and it suits you
when will you drag yourself out of that bar that wont serve us
South of Market?
“what’s on tap” doesn’t sound so smooth when you say it
why didn’t you go to college?
there’s something nice about
(113 million dollar deficit) knowing
you don’t own a computer
I can’t understand your reluctance to medicate
I wouldn’t want people calling me up at 3 AM for drugs either but-
they make you too honest
I read bukowski too but I don’t use him to keep alive oppression
when does rainfall count for salvation?
you’re clichéd and I like it
how can you be an atheist but carve angels to your doors?
I don’t believe in God either but I don’t take my mother to church on Sundays
if you heard me talking to myself, would you stop me?
I am 52 Amtrak tickets, 52 cents, and an overcoat
how much are you worth?
you have some self-assessment issues
you’re not alone here and you can’t go on anymore pretending-
I’ve smoked you neatly in a joint everyday of my life for nine years
I practiced rolling in your bedroom
you’re face is shaped like a million crumpled poems
thrown together by the Sunday Times
it would be Monday and you wouldn’t read the Chronicle
why did you call the cops on us?
can’t I sit below the bridge in peace and not have the headlights
in for tea at dawn?
when will you be grateful for our perfection?
us wanting to give up our obsessions for you
us wanting to be drunk down your streets
us having unjustified beauty and distorted visions
and us winding up at your door begging for a cup of coffee too early to be morning
I haven’t finished (in a black eyes and black hair, rockabilly, call home, your parents miss you) my poem yet
But I’m not reading too far into it
I lose everything when I’m drunk. I lost my favorite beanie and my favorite white eyeliner over the weekend :’( I’m actually super bummed.