picking up snakes.
giving the shakes.
to myself.
in front of a Duane Reade.
man o man.
it goes and I have to.
remind myself that.
everyone brushes their teeth.
or they should.
I do, three times a day.
sometimes twice.
sometimes once, depending.
on how drunk I get.
on how much dark chocolate I eat.
the barometer differs.
like morals from night to nonsense.
love is like this, too.
it comes and goes.
she comes, she fakes it.
who the hell knows or knew.
violins have it easy.
they just have one job.
to get played, fingered, plucked.
I wish I a violin.