I'm not all that isolated.
I have beef and pork.
I have experts.
John Fante, as well as Nietzsche.
They helped me move paragraphs.
And stretch. And cry.
7 minutes passed 5 o'clock.
Beers but no beers.
Highlight the night.
Bad skin on my chest.
A taste of later.
Love is missing here.
Dead cellphone.
A million years ago, I died.
No one cared.
And thats okay.
I was borne of life business.
And the business of life is to live, baby.
One day I will die like a hunted deer.
But at least I have songs in my ears.
To keep going is good.
I have to not let messed up egg Benedicts get in my way.
Because one day I am gonna die. Again.
Color my pumpkins purple.
My back is slouched and cold.
To keep going is good.
Because one day it all gets tied in a knot and stops.