I am fine with cut up arms from the kitten, happy in this winter abode, slave americana, restful collapse in front of the TV. ask only not to be disturbed as I start this up. angrily on my way. in dreams I dent up high school lockers with my fists.
cyphering money out of us. the heat will be off? water runs out. I wake up with new wounds that have dried in the night but still sting. I am fine with the entire thing. glad all the cats in my life, in my family, are still alive and make it through these poisons with us.
my letters going out. what is going on? some don’t reply. sometimes I take a while too. sore back neck eyes leg ankle. sniper from DC. this gives cops a field day on anyone with a white van. the war on vans! burn the crops! face smashed against the ground, guilty-until-proven-innocent-man handcuffed.
poetry readings are dead. dead for me. I don’t want what I thought I wanted so bad just a few months ago. why stand up in front of people and try to show off? you just show off your ignorance. you speak something you know and something you don’t know in the same sentence. hope someone will accept you. hope they will overlook the flaws. hope the trees don’t fall over on the house and appliances don’t come to life. it takes me an hour just to get to sleep really. if I were a used car, I’d go for a buck. guaranteed to wake up late.
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