i'm a COOL baby,
i ride a motorcycle.
vroom vroom; i'm leaving.

they say "write what you know"
so here i go:

a poem a day
will turn you gay

a poem a day
keeps the ***** away

children fill their lonely nights with conjured monsters,
mothers fill their lonely nights with men;
me, i fill my lonely nights with winding words of whining,
finding solace in my fertile, pacing pen.

i lay stargazing
silent as the absent sun
gravity grounds me
like the touch of my woman
like the very thought of her

is to be a fleeting,
flea-ridden faithful servant,
content and ignorant of injustice.

it is to die like a blade of grass:
ignorantly
and without much regret.

value people’s time
break people's clocks

ask for forgiveness
not for permission

recognize your emotions
******* again

the captain
of the S.S. box
steers her ship
into murky waters.
here comes a fish;
she eats it.

The best people
are just the least bad people.

You can touch my body,
but never me.

The reality is:
I spend all my time avoiding it.