I rub myself but really have to **** and the bathroom
is a good 6 seconds away.

the ham sandwich is floating somewhere

as I wash it down with milk and honey from store bought EBT deciphle handouts in raining cartoon imagination
cinema.


have no more friends since the last one I killed gurgled and told his mom.

had to **** her too-

she's sitting in a toaster oven--
at least her toes,

such pretty toes.

and such pretty eyes.

well.... they're....


nevermind.

nevermind I didn't tell you nuthin.


anyway the cool dude with the afro at work gave me like 4 dollars in tips so that was nice and he said i'm cool and that we should get doritos sometime and **** eachoteher's testicles just for the exchange of body heat and ****** fluid for extra calories which is good for health.

I declined but he's cool.


and then it's morning and you're staring into a mirror, and father time is crying in a corner as you talk to yourself and pity
your life and your dreams and your haphazard plans and commitments and lovers
and friends and obstacles and condolences
and prayers
and meaning and existence,,


and you become whole as the madness settles somewhere in your amgydala
and kisses away the fear


all of it for good
all of it for good

all of it for nothing