give a shit----only upon special order

i'm blowing smoke rings
signals to a lost and forgotten civilization called spiritual progress
the skies don't speak anymore
mass produce
pirate production
printing presses to pool these poems in blood
the plasma is just too expensive
no one is safe
mausoleums with air conditioning
priests are high end prostitutes
trailer park prophets selling sunny days
but they're always somewhere else
a single thread still signifies this tapestry is being un-spun
i have un-won
i am now none
every composition is an invitation to my funeral
shark's eyes
my favorite warm opiate comforter
american sleeping sickness
new orleans is sinking
once again john is drinking
over and over
re thinking all the bitter words that woman said to him
adding insult to injury
take the shortcut there and the long way home
we all die alone
all the good words have already been used
recycled and put back together in a different order so many times i don't know why i'm even bumping my gums anymore
it's all just syllables from a snuff film
a short story with the intention of ________________
fuck it
you figure it out