I'm going to punch that ******* out,
for his well-constructed dribble,
for giving me
this perpetual
maddening-inspiration.

O sweet Jesus,
what about loving your neighbor,
surely you jest comrade?

But I do confess,
every time I want to let it go,
the ******* reels me back in
to this solitary place,
this place
to tell a story,
to spill my guts,
to let my heart
all hang out
& bleed,
bleed stardust
kisses
& ******* puppy dog tails.

I want a piece of Jack.