you can't mean that.

and what of this time
that stretches out
runs from us
makes it so we type and not
write

so what
we age
we die
we drink
so what
this is all so much NOISE in the day to day


beauty. of fair beauty i say
she seeks to undo me and make me...nothing
and yet everything i am is for her

i scream in these tiny times
all things saying
"it is your lot that they should go" eh
so be it

i have run this thing ragged
tried to erase that memory file that still plays
and thinks

but you know
just the other day, i smoked some pot
and drank some fucking wine
GODAMMIT
and just forgot all manner of self
and at least
did not remember what i had typed only moments before

IT IS THAT RANDOM AGE I SEEK
i piss on myself and i am free of you
proof i am a man
you cannot take this base thing
this only thing i know



women.