DO I HAVE THE MTV VERSION

DO I HAVE THE MTV VERSION
OF LONELINESS, YOU KNOW,
AM I ALL "THAT'S BEAUTIFUL?"

I WILL DESTROY MY,
WILL GRAPPLE WITH MY
SWEATY AND TOOTHY HUMANITY.

I AM NOW THINKING ABOUT
PLEATS IN MY PANTS AND
HOW I DO NOT LIKE THEM.

DO I HAVE TO STRUGGLE
AGAINST MY PLEATS OR
DO I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT

THAT. I GUESS MY SENSE
OF TIME IS LIKE BUNCHED
UP SOCKS OR LIKE BUNGLED

DREAMS. LIKE SWAMP COOLERS.
LIKE BLOODY DOGS ON AUGUST
ROADS. LIKE FILAMENTS. LIKE LOVE.

DOES THE GURGLE IN MY THROAT,
THE GURGLE JUST NOW IN MY
HEAD, DOES IT GIVE AND GIVE?