I abase myself to the morning.
there is lots to do.
I will get a fraction of it done.
if I am grand lucky.
I must sell my car.
drink some Rosé with ice in it.
because, after all, it is summer.
and I can't drink Gruner any more.
gotta get my other affairs in order.
throw some shit away and edit some poems.
make time for her tattooed legs before disembarking.
when the sun sets.
I will behind three sheets.
throw some shit away and edit some poems.
make time for her tattooed legs before disembarking.
when the sun sets.
I will behind three sheets.
with days piling up.
but tomorrow my transportation will be mine.
and my belly is smaller.
all of these menial tasks.
turn into waking moments.
how do you put a price on living?
I don't know.
I just hope to be famous first.
my viewership has sunk.
I get so lovely lonesome sometimes.
that the world stops.
it will be good to be back in the world.
again, causing trouble.