17 years ago I was 15
I didn’t know what I was gonna have to deal with
No one prepared me for this
That being said I’m stronger than I’ve ever been
If you need me 🤤I got you
I’ve not been sober any of these 17 years
In fact that’s kinda where I went off
Fuck w me
I guess I’ve been fearing
Becoming the type of guy
That’s like old and he’s been through
Some shit
Its a brown ski cap
And then Abe Lincoln’s face
His cheeks are all merry and rosy
And then an old yellow wax
A very dirty white longjohn top
Pair of boxer shorts in dark red and green tartans
Beanstalk legs fairly hairy
Long white tubesox
Dirty on the bottom
Glowing dreamy beam
At any rate I’m pretty sure it was on the same block as my dad’s best friend lived, insofar that my dad has or even had a best friend, that we first viewed the pups. Seemed like there were 6 of them. 6? Focus on the pups.
The youngest were born on Super Bowl Sunday. Breeders like to attach puppy births to current events. Super Bowls are usually in February but tomato/tomato: I’ll forever never know when is the super bowl.
So then we have the dog and I don’t remember a lot. Grandma definitely saw this dog a bunch before her (grandma)’s death.
RIP to one of the best to ever do it
Pucky was his name
I do believe he was a boyfriend
So when I say no there there
It sounds like I’m describing a lack of coos from a mother unto her pups
That’s not what I mean
What I mean is
A place that you can imagine contains a lot of thereness
It’s there
It’s not here
What you will find as you venture toward your preferred there is that it gradually acquires more hereness, which forces out some thereness, obv
Therefore
jk
The birth of a bee
Is plain to see
If you look real hard
Microscopically
If Kingdom come
And we all die, or some
Know that I tried real hard
To not not succumb
To the impending doom
& gloom, there she blows, ka-boom
I was up in my room
All previously planned plans may now resume
Except for you
Tired, sad, and blue
Word on the street is
You know how to poo-poo
Presenting you with an ornate and rather spooky brochure.
A white ballerina costume hangs from the bottom of a suspension bridge, and is sucked down below by the kissing faces of deranged piggy banks.
The view one sees when the eyes are turned inward toward the interior of the skull for a moment.
A woman waits at a far away doorway, below the Statue of Liberty’s crown, but above four meerkats gazing at the sky.
An orca, a narwhal, a dragon, a stingray, and a butterfly, in a single-file vertical line, bring a new skeleton to a young woman in her cabin.
Ritual that involves being strong in a canyon.
Seadragons pump gas from kitty legs.
Chaise lounge with uniquely positioned dual chair configuration for sleep and disagreements.
Canyon and cave goat running quickly.
Scab peeled off a spine way back when.
I made a poem
Every man should be allowed one fastball
Don’t give a shit if his wife bought a horse,
If his kid killed a different kid
At the end of the day,
Every man should be allowed
To throw a snowball
As hard as he can
At a wall
I can feel a certain
Refreshment
Cuz the guy two doors down is washing his car
If it were right next door I’d be wet
This pisses me off
I change clothes
Into something utterly unfamiliar to you
My outfit was not a winner
It was utterly unfamiliar to them
I was beaten
Touché
Ttyl
Fireworks have been going off all night. It’s the night that I’m thinking about making you. I am going to try to convince a girl that is as equally-mentally unstable as I, to kiss me. Chapped lips is the message she sent. That’s your mother. You will read this in 15 years. Maybe 20.