I got drunk like how I used to get high
before I saw friends, as fast as I could
when I got there, they already knew each other
and I invited them home
and we walked, I alienated them all from me
Inside, I drank more, and they all talked
I stripped down nude and they all left
except for the few [...]
Drunker than Fiction
Ideas of Reference and How They Fuck You Up (or: I Think You Have A Problem And Need Professional Help, By Which, I Do Not Mean A Jungian)
Ideas of reference perpetrate every aspect of the illogical mind. I believe the problems we have are manifest of ideas of reference, and nothing else; all psychoses and neuroses stem from the inability to see things simply as they are, to be in the world as we exist, and not otherwise. For example, to jump [...]
Pleasant Hallucinations
These are the things I think of fondly:
The growing vibrations from my stomach
Sunny days and fractal sight
Treated hemp rope and oxhorn pincers
Painless walks and silent morning glories
Days which go by fast and cheap
which I almost cannot remember
for lack of thought and somatic strain
Someone, anyone’s clever wit accompanying
soft hands to take my mind off anger
The tricks [...]
Canvas, Tattoos, Booksmart, Streetsmart
I’ve no attention span to read
even books bound
by your hand in my own sinews
Teach me to watch a sunrise over
and I’ll sundance like Christ
softshoe my repentance for my world
and wish to God to be such a good poet
someday I’ll write anything
and no one will care that I can’t write poetry
For you I’d kill my heart [...]
