I was given empty space.
So I filled it with
Noise and cigarette smoke,
Empty liquor bottles
And claustrophobia.

This morning I broke open
Some bic pens
And arted
All over myself.

It's funny how everything
Looks like canvas
When you swallow
Enough pills.

"Are you even listening?"
She asks me.

I look up,
And make eye contact
Only briefly.

I am at a loss for words.

I haven't the heart
To tell her
She has the
Nicest ****
I've ever seen.

The people I know
Can kindly go **** a goat.
No, seriously.

Despite what most people
Will tell you,
You're beautiful just the way
You are.

Most professionals
Are crackpots.