Things for you from me
21st May 2010Here is something I sweated over pretty disgracefully:
IN WHICH WE WRITE ABOUT SEX AND OUR INTENTIONS ARE UNCLEAR
And here is a poem I wrote about a second ago and didn’t edit:
just racking up a couple of sad sorry states of affairs
decided i didn’t feel like much of anything
no sugar rat poison
no boys swimming
decided i felt like a much more hungry child
decided your talk bubbles blow my ass in water
decided to become a free agent
disgusted with what’s left of my
oh i don’t know
i racked up a few lines of indiscretion
and decided to take your comments all too seriously
decided to live dispassionately
like a humbug hungry for the harbor
what do i know
the poetry of my repetition is indiscriminate
and i’m inseminated