I am where
my eye is not.
Welching faces, welping Macy’s—
I’m all full of lament.
Raising an Army of Sisyphi,
thin out their ranks a little with waffle ball bats.
Willing to feel pain,
but unwilling to accept it as a gift from anyone but me.
Never come between a man
and his stripper.
Nanny nanny boo-boo,
I can make dreams from the lint in my pocket.
20-year-old wisdom:
“The key to life is to never have a door.”
A hand in the stomach
married to a mouth in the heart.
I got a date!
I got a date!
w/ Cindi who is 28!
I feel so great!
I got a date!
Whoa—that’s something you’ll never see on a bathroom stall.
Yet.
My father used to talk about some place
called xanax xanadu; heard of it?
Prisoner #2+2=5, please report to
metaphorical river by the idyllic tide.
Let’s catch no birds with no stones
for a change.
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