wjb

And what do I know?!

Did not wake with sleep on my shoulders

And what did I say?!
failure did fail me. Poems did push me. Buried

I shuffle under sheets keeping paper and its cheap skin
Passing, I don’t think I’m allowed here anymore.

I whore a great thought.

I remember jumping from cave to cave sharing whiskey and cocaine
I married you so that our talents can improve
And instead I poured the bank account into my liver

BURST

…When finally one of us committed suicide
Then they named their books and babies after you
Discarding your collection of un-saintly things, your love letters to porn and Nietzsche.