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sorry bukowski (even the title disappoints you)
i'm trying really hard
i am
i've read all the self-help books
got sticky note affirmations
on my bathroom mirror
my little "i think i can" engine
chugging for days
up the mountain of fear
and i know
this time
when i see you
i will tell you
from the deepest
part of my heart
how much
i want you
to fuck off
but
i love you
always slips
out
i am
i've read all the self-help books
got sticky note affirmations
on my bathroom mirror
my little "i think i can" engine
chugging for days
up the mountain of fear
and i know
this time
when i see you
i will tell you
from the deepest
part of my heart
how much
i want you
to fuck off
but
i love you
always slips
out
Published 15th Jan 2014
| Edited 29th May 2020
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16th Jan 2014 8:51am
16th Jan 2014 8:05pm
ain't that the way of it all ? (to coin another vapid generality, bein too stupid to say anything unstupid)
Wright-on, jimmy, write on
16th Jan 2014 8:07pm
good, cause this poem may have been directed at my dead mother, hate myself for it even coming in my brain but it did, and well, im a full disclosure kinda fella , funny-tragic though, who can discriminate btwn those old lovers anymore, wherever mom went, she's got no qualms, be it god or devil, looking them in the eye and telling them to go to hell or heaven, which ever be their torment, in between long drags on her cigarette that swirl about her mighty ragged dragon spirit of bone, love ya mom, and all the fuck off stuff was just so much false idol late night whiskey bravado chittering
17th Jan 2014 3:41pm
