Entry 87

(sitting in contradiction)
arguments against “self”
(tootling in futility)
shouting at the mirror
when the lights are off
(ignorant — gleefully
tongue fucking a braille bible)
putting my books of poetry
on thrift store shelves
(little words in black ink webbed
across scattered white paper cigarettes)
fairy dust salt sprinkled
on sleeping homeless — 
i ate all the fries
(bribing karma to love me (again) 
on a park bench, already stained in bride’s white)
writing bloodstains on toilet cloth
(diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie)
feeling on top of the world
(no real direction in space*)

*…or life
 so 
get high 
and laugh about it.