i don’t wanna be cool anymore
i gave up the chore of it all
amused, yet unamused
we’re all laughing, we’re all crying
i’m a retired artist
i don’t even write
these are hardly poems
crush of years past
lost in thought about you
i’m jus deadweight
the misery, the beauty
break my heart in two
oh wait it’s already ripped in pieces
way more than twice over
i’m over all of it
under water, finding bits of hope
waves crash, crash, crash
i listen to the echoes
we are all everything
we are all nothing
we all die
early riser
mourning
mornings
morning wood
stuck with the backwoods
smoke to numb the pain
here she comes
there she goes
heard her cum
mind blown
load goes
no better than it was
always need God
even though all is forsaken at times
tree’s patience
leaf’s absence
the hills have eyes
they have thighs, too
i’m watching reruns
the girl falls in love again
the underdog wins in this one
pot belly chews me out
stupid hair falls all disheveled
what’s the point if not sex, money, music, vice
need some Charlie
need a cute white girl in my life every now & then
need to die soon
at least there’s coffee & tea
at least there’s cigarettes & booze
scatter my ashes in some mountainside garden
i’ll become a lily
i’ll become a tulip
i’ll become a white rose
butterfly kisses mid bloom
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