they used to say writing poetry was a very girly and wimpy
endeavor, but it's actually quite the opposite. It's very
masculine and takes courage;
where else can a man vent and be heard without being judged for being too sensitive ?  if more men wrote poetry there would be far
less suicides.
keeping it in is a fool's errand. you will inevitably blow , and you'll be the source for another poem: cascading red down  a sepiatoned
couch
the stoic man had no chance

you could write 20,000 poems and you would still be boring to an insulting extent.
Ishmael
wrote 1 millions words
and still no one cares . I don't count my turds as art either, or it would be up in the millions now too.
be honest with yourself . it's time to get a job as a transcriptionist
at the
  law firm. they're in the billions of
words

made some burgers , **** that was delicious

**** daniel
daaammmnn

damnn Daniel,back at it again with
the kicks
I see??/

daaaaamn

I wish I had some coleslaw and a coke--   I have green juice and  lays

stop getting in a writer's way
the more you chastise him and belittle his work and tear up his papers and smash
his keys and pour petrol on him
as hes typing
  and poison his coffee
and put rat poison in his smokes (more at least) and stomp on his head  in the morning as he rubs dust from his eye , you'll only encourage him to write more
and next time you'll be in it and it will be the part
  of the
glory hole servant in a run-down truck stop
in Baton Rouge

just go **** your Egyptian kiss *** lover boy
I don't care.
You'll have to do a lot more to ever make me jealous,
like leaving me alone
when I need space

blah blah blah

the enlightened shrine sits atop withered disaster zones like toppled fortunes among
Hebrew scholars.

Donald trump.

a wind storm overtakes the nursery and a thousand perish like sickly flies-
2am in baltimore; the newscaster speaks
"IT'S A TOUGH ONE"

stained glasses with velvet tips, you bleed out into a cavernous emptiness;
if only
  lies made for better entertainment- instead we
die mercilessly and
unloved, and
   un inspired

everytime you have ***,
especially if youre positioned over the girl in military style with your straightened back
  and tightened glutes and hamstrings with your neck aligned parallel
thrusting
in unison with the metronome,
you always think ''
oh yeah, I'm just doing a workout at your leisure"
and when the *** seeps out of your **** and you roll away,
you stand up
and shake your head in disappointment
and **** on your cigarette stained with
***** juice.
that cigarette is always amazing afterwards though,
and so is the
drive home