teaching poetry
to addicts, assholes,
a dude named Alex,
all awesome writers
and a good way
to see stories burn
right before my eyes.
it's hot and dangerous,
but I love it more
than money or most things,
because of the needles
with which it pricks
and sticks my soul,
making it bleed
like never before.
tales of lying love,
lunacy left over from other lives,
cancer, cures, and admissions,
my eyes are wide
to the world
when I am in that room
with those weirdos.
they all leap
into the lava,
without a nudge
and I feel honored
that they sacrifice
virgin words with me.