here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious

you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens

cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate

now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine

reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.

when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high