I lose.
I think that lightening bolt
sucked everything out
I need
Waterproof paper
and ink that won't run
Everything comes out rolls down the drain
with my urine in the shower
(I scrub my feet afterwards)
(they are still filthy)
(feet carry more germs than shit)
I've given in to self-loathing
Throw up all sustenance consumed
(If its consumed)
(which is rare)
(I'm a bad person, seven years of anorexia and bulimia defeated for three and now I'm back for more? I am a bad person.)
But! I can drum on my hipbones again
I am watching all the nerds get the girls
(on paper)
(illustrated)
(erootiiicaahhh)
(HA! Language is queer)
Yes, you read that right
I am assigning sexuality to intangible things.
Who is going to recieve my Germany letters?
Who will be the Ginsberg to my Burroughs?
(stop fixating, Milesly)
(all my heroes are dead)
(...fuck them for being underground)
I'm underground!
Smooth sweet hipster constantly pushing glasses back up her nose
I could be a poet
I could start a revolution
America, this is your fault ---
Why didn't you make my mother drown my child-thoughts in television?
2 comments:
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Love.
This.
I would write to you from anywhere and recieve the Germany letters to there.
I KNOW!! Thursday!!!! I can barely wait to see your pretty face again!!
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