katie said this poem was punk rock

whatever i say goes

we can toss cigarette butts under the house and burn our possessions

that cd collection didnt give a fuck about me anyway

that bookshelf was falling apart anyway

i think im going to miss the jake gyllenhaal films though

whatever

we can steal my mothers car and go wherever the fuck we want

a 2004 honda crv trip to santa cruz or boise or portland or hell

we dont have to care about anything

just read some tao lin in the backseat while i drive on the sidewalk and sing king of the beach by wavves until i fall asleep at the wheel and we crash somewhere in arizona

how the fuck did we get here?

we are still alive so it doesnt matter

lets go for a walk