i keep writing books everywhere,
my pocket, bedside, in my car, in the bathroom,
on the TV, in the kitchen,
like my words were so gourmet,
so incredible,
that they should
be everywhere because
heaven forbid this
pile of stinky shit in my head
doesn't get down on the page
for all my world to see what
a fuck-up i really am.
2.7.02
I really like the look of your blog, simple yet elegant.
ReplyDeleteKeep up good work.
I'm a fraud with an obnoxious non-stop brain, words puking everywhere. Fun, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteKnow how you feel - trying not to hold on to every single scrap - the Smithsonian's probably not calling for it. Good poem.
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