listen to
my bitter
now
a bad brain
that can’t hold water
or thought very long now
footfalls from feet
on fire now
and for years before now
snapping fingers
beginning now
to hurt like those feet
an old voice
no one hears
because
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it gave up
flash and
volume
in favor of
subtler and
less certain words
mined from
its most
unquiet source and
with that surrender
lost
so much and so many
fucked up now
and so many times before
fucked up
so many ways
fucked up
falling for so long
now as
everything else
falls too
maybe I do not
look so bad for
dying this way
but
still
dying now seems a
coward’s response to such a series
of dumb moves
when
I was the one
moving so stupidly
as to look like
a hero to
those stupid enough
to equate
plain old fucking up
with
artistic vision
as I did not love hard enough
or well enough
or plainly enough
now that
so much is
breaking inside me
and my
cavalier striding
through this
has brought me here
it’s so obvious
that what ends with me
in such stumble
was born from that stumble
I called a path
that was no path
that was a crash
and what you want to call a career
or a life
was in fact
a steaming pile of
stereotype
torture porn
mythology
forget about it
as swiftly
as you can
now I am beginning to
do just that and
cannot wait
to become
blank
with no need to begin again