i've taken to myself secretly for now.
it's all beginning again past the bridge of my nose.
the songs and the satisfaction of living
apart from crooked faces
i drink when i rise for now.
i drink by myself as a preference
smoke the ninety-nines. full flavour.
saying. come on. come here. to myself
staring off at the giant spiders in the basement
and here i am
waiting for the phone to ring
transatlantic calls from friends
ashing in a flowerpot
fire extinguisher at my side
bottle in hand. just in case
i need to beat the flames to death
here we go.
here come the beats.


we hated you once
but loved you three times prior
humanity he said it first
you are forgetful
a thief
and we can spar
reveling in eachothers constant state of madness