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questions 1 & 2 failed poems
where is my blue pen
no i will not edit this
where is that ketamine bag
why do i do this
questions
no i’m not going to write it now
i want shower
i want my head on
out of the shower
hours later actually
this all actually happened
i have a beer for my risperidone for my trazadone for my remeron for my valium i refuse to swallow that lithium but tomorrow i will fuck my lover high on
wellbutrin and amphetamine salts and hydrocodone
all of this is true
i
need to ask more questions
i’m done writing
i have nothing to say
go away
attempt 2
where still rests my blue pen
where still is the bag of ketamine
how do you just lose that
why do i do this
questions
what was i thinking two christmases ago when i let float my body atop a pond of dextromethorphan-dream like a water-lily
while alone in a suburb in lonely florida lonesome only for you?
why of all the deaths i purgatoried my soul into on that bed do i recall only the reincarnation as the soul of a wave of red light naked in the naked nothing of the naked cosmos?
why do i months-and-hospitals later still find/seek in my chanting mind desire
to purchase bottles and bottles of cough syrups deep in the hole of late lonely nights with beer and with risperidone?
why oh why oh why
do i bother
Author's Notes/Comments:
it's really hard for me to
it's really hard for me to get over not wanting to sound like shit
maeby
marry me
Marriage is all fine and well
Marriage is all fine and well but would you do that one horrible filthy thing I like?