I HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE I'LL DIE TOMORROW

so ill admire their feathers

Monday, November 14, 2005

keystrokes can be cryptic. delivery depending. mistakes will be made.

1
bad gut reaction

he sleeps with her drunk
and pukes out another poor choice.


2
i am better than you.

i walk home wanting to
yell. i don't.
someone might hear me.


3
did you know that

i sweat too much,
i tremble over cold failures.


4
everybody

you've got a lot of ground to make-up.
no one cares about your baggage or how you say
'i'm the tourist i'm floating through this life.'
your destinations are nowhere.
six-feet under, maybe.


5
old cowboys have computers

and leathered skin.
it's hardship.

a western cowboy remake.
a chain smoking
concealed weapon cowboy.
unintelligent and backwards
a country hick of motorhomes
& motoroil.


6
look at all my vices.
at my fingertips
easy and accessible.


7
my arms and legs are covered in scratches and bumps. the thicket is so heavy i can no longer see light from here. how depressing this love plague. parasitic is love plague, venereal, emotional; we'll be pushing body carts door to door in no time. cos everybody's got it this time.


8
i'm supposed to be a boy genius

what's the point in changing anything? they'd ask, chewing the fat. but secretly they're already on top and maybe their parents aren't dead & they're not living a warzone. an ivy league of hopelessness. maybe they want to change the world. doing good just talking about it ..?

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