I’m wide awake, it’s morning
Quit your narcissism. Not everything is about you
ARTTM’s Wild & Free album is so underrated it hurts.
Takes me back.
It’s coming back
I hear it;
Rest in peace in dog heaven, where you’re free to run around.
things to do, matters of consequence
cry at night
mull over how no one cares about you,
how no one cares for anyone or any thing
remember the dead cat on the middle of the asphalt road,
skin pressed against rocky edges,
a dead kid—parents not found,
six year old siblings seen
Holding up cardboard signs for change,
working to support
and with smiles on their plasters,
bring up false
salvations for tomorrow
I;ve spent long years alone, isolated,
flipping yellow pages,
finding anyone who’d talk–old friends,
familiar names i’d come across;
Hanging onto loose ends,
no one’s always home, Barricaded front doors
no one misses your voice.
Youth is a green sofa, quiet afternoons,
what’s a hundred more?
The whole world’s scum anyway
July in a few days
Lose your temper,
hate yourself for it.