5.5.09

this poem is pissed at the other poets out there

why do i keep wanting to say bitch
like "bitch bitch bitch"
why do i keep wanting to say bitch

its like when you stab an eel
and its louder than you expect
wriggling like a tongue

i want to be kissed and fucked
by a big red eyeball
wearing a cape
but lacan says thats impossible

why lacan?

my vision of myself involves
smoking a cigarette
between two palm trees

in the desert alone
or with a lover or shadow

if it were that easy
it would involved listening
to morrissey

but you get sick of
that shit too
sometimes

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