never counted on a road quite like this.
want to cut my head off and throw it up in the air.
I wrote this poem on a paper bag inside a dream.
I'll measure it against today.
hairline fracture, don't give in.
poets are sluts.
motorcycles washed up in floods.
long the way unknown.
some die young.
some get old.
simple.
rope on a road.
harness the cheese before winter again.
winter again makes me laugh.
I pick my boogers after work.
I sing.
satisfied.
I live on and on and in.
life is a funny sunset, in-fucking-deed.
in the name of truth,
I will someday die in a doorway.
if my yesterday is a disgrace,
tell me you still whisper my name.