I’ve decided:
I want my politics
like my lovers.
it blanks in and out.
just a second ago,
there was gallons of it
all over the carpet.
They should let me know.
Most mornings I can
barely keep it down.
I think something inside died.
Whisper whatever you want,
just so long as I know
not to ever trust you.
see you,
mirrors everywhere
everywhere:
Will You ever see Us?
Grocery shopping is depressing;
the lost of the city wander ‘round
seeking their souls:
I always find mine in the Rioja.
see you around,
you see around,
droyunsa eoue.
{ I don’t have to make sense for you, asshole }
papersacks filled with beer;
get off the damn bench and quit looking at me.
I Demand Satisfaction!
tonight feels like something might break –
impossible to say
inside or out.
Alone?
Not with Magnum in Italian…
of course I think of her [draping off in golden locks]
walking by, walking by
trespassing across my mind.
only you and Woodie could – even would.
they all say they will always love you;
such an undervalued eternity – inclusive.
reminiscent of god:
dried salmon, and cocaine binges.
screaming at low volumes
