MY ROOMMATE TOLD ME THAT
SAN FRANCISCO
WAS NUMBER 3 IN THE
AMOUNT OF TOTAL
ALCOHOL
CONSUMED IN
THE U.S.

MISTER LITTLE I HAD A CRUSH ON YOU IN HIGHSCHOOL

LETS GO TO MY HOUSE
AND DRINK PLUM WINE
I SAID
SURE YOU SAID
WE RODE IN THE CAB
WHERE I LEFT MY PHONE
LETS SIT ON THE BALCONY
I SAID
SURE YOU SAID
LET ME GET MY TOBACCO
YOU SAID
WE TALK ABOUT POLITICS
UNTIL WE WERE SCREAMING
YEAH, WE GOT A LITTLE
TOO DRUNK
YOU'RE MOVING TO BERLIN
AGAIN YOU SAID
FINE THAT SOUNDS LOVELY
I SAID
WE STUMBLED TO MY ROOM
YOU LAID ON TOP OF ME
YOU KISSED ME
YOU CAN BE SO ROMANTIC
YOU SAID
I JUST BLUSHED
OH NOT REALLY
I SAID
MR. LITTLE
YOU WERE A BETTER FUCK
THAN I THOUGHT

ACTORS NEVER THINK ABOUT DYING

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE PHILOSOPHY BEHIND THE SHOW "LOST?"
IF YOU DO, THEN PLEASE EXPLICATE IT ONTO A CHALKBOARD.
WHEN YOU AND I SOMETIMES GET TOGETHER, SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS.
OR I WISH. I WISH WE HAD THE BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO US. IN A CAR
IN FRONT OF A TRAIN. IT WOULD BE SO IMPULSIVE AND PEOPLE WOULD
SAY, "THAT'S A FOX NEWS EXCLUSIVE. THOSE TWO ARE EXLUSIVES."
NO, WE DIDN'T KILL BABIES, NO, WE DIDN'T HURRICANE. WE CALLED.
MAYBE IT WAS A MIGRAINE THAT YOU HAD. I SAID "I DON'T BELIEVE IN
MIGRAINES, SERIOUSLY." AND I DON'T. BUT THEN YOU STARTED HITTING
YOUR WASHER/DRYER COMBO SAYING "DRACULA." THIS IS WHAT I IMAGINE
HAPPENED TO JOHN F. KENNEDY RIGHT BEFORE HE MET FRANK SINATRA.

THE LAKE IS MADE OF GLASS, I'M SURE OF IT

THE LAKE IS
GLASSY TONIGHT
TOMORROW AT DAWN
I GO BACK TO NEW YORK
IT'S HARD
TO LEAVE
TONIGHT I MET THREE
WOMEN FOR DRINKS
WE LIVED TOGETHER FOR
THREE YEARS
IN A HOUSE
NO ONE LIVES TOGETHER NOW
WE SAT
AND DISCUSSED
GOSSIP
AND THE CURRENT COURSES
OF OUR LIVES
IT WAS THE FIRST TIME
IN MONTHS
I'VE BEEN ABLE TO
TELL SOMEONE
OPENLY ABOUT MY JOB
AND MY LOVE
WITHOUT THE FEAR
OR REJECTION
THEY SAID "GROSS"
AND "I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU"
AND THEY WERE GENUINE
I FELT ADORED
THEY ALL CAME TOGETHER
BECAUSE I WAS THERE
AND WE SHARED THINGS
WE PLAYED THE SMASHING PUMPKINS
EVERYTHING WAS NICE
THE LAKE IS GLASSY TONIGHT
I KNOW WHY I AM GOING BACK
IT'S TOTAL BULLSHIT
BUT THATS FINE
TONIGHT
I HAVE A FANTASY
OF GETTING BEATEN
HORRIBLY
AND SURVIVING IT
AND STILL BEING BEAUTIFUL
THE LAKE IS SO GLASSY

I TRIED TO LEAVE A MYSPACE MESSAGE FOR RODNEY CARRINGTON

I DELETED THIS POEM BECAUSE IT SUCKED
NOW IT STILL SUCKS
BUT AT LEAST IT'S NOT EMBARASSING

NAKED WITH TRISH

TONIGHT I DRANK ABSINTHE
WITH MY SISTER
AND HER LOVER
THE BOTTLE HAD BEEN
SITTING
FOR 10 YEARS IN MY FATHERS
PANTRY
WE SAT IN THE HOT TUB
AND THEN WE
CANNON BALLED INTO THE LAKE
THIS IS WHAT WE DO
IN MINNESOTA
THEY KISSED AND DID
THINGS
WHILE I FLOATED AND LOOKED
AT THE SKY
I SAW THE BIG DIPPER
AND THE MILKY WAY
I ONCE DATED A
BOY WHO SHOWED ME HOW
TO RECOGNIZE STARS
BUT THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO
THEY KISSED AND STUFF
WE ALL GOT NAKED
AND SWAM UNDER
THE STARS
I FLOATED
AND PRETENDED
TRISH WAS WITH ME
INSTEAD OF IN VEGAS
I PRETENDED
WE HELD HANDS
NAKED ON OUR BACKS
UNDER THE STARS AND
THE MILKY WAY
TOGETHER
BECAUSE IT FELT BETTER THAN
BEING ALONE
AND ALSO
IT FEELS GOOD
TO BE NAKED
WITH TRISH

ERROR

POEM DELETED BY AUTHOR
DUE TO WAKING UP HUNGOVER
AND FEELING EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT

FUCK YOU FUCKING DRUNK FUCK

THE RUBBER BALL ON THE
SEAT GAVE ME MORE THAN
THE OTHERS IN THE CAR.
SIMPLE MELODIES AND FOUR DOLLAR WATERS.
MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC.
SEX SEX SEX.
A GARAGE ROCK BAND ON ACOUSTIC NIGHT.
A CAMOUFLAGE JACKET IN FRONT OF CITY HALL.
A HIGH SCHOOL ACTOR GONE 'WRONG/RIGHT'.
FUCKED UP SHAKY EYELIDS IRRITATED BY CHALK.
RED CHALK.
REACH IN YOUR POCKET FOR A TRANSFER AND
PULL OUT NOTHING BUT A GLASS OF LAUGHS.

I passed out in my clothes

FUCKING HAZY BUS DRIVERS
PULLING OVER TO PICK UP
AN ARGUMENT OVER WHO GOT
ON FIRST AND WHO
DESERVES MORE RESPECT.
THE ASIAN BOY RUBS THE
SALIVA OFF HIS FACE AND GETS OFF
A STOP LATER EVEN THOUGH HE HAS 4 MORE
TO GO.

I DONT' GIVE NO FUCKS

WE KNOW THE WORLD
AND IT IS EXACTLY THE THING
YOU USE TO LICK YOUR ASS

AND I KNOW

AND WE KNOW

AND IF JAVELINS KNOW WHAT THEY WILL PIERCE
THEN HEY!
I AM THERE

BOB DYLAN IS OVERRATED
HOSPITALS ARE OVERRATED
AND BOB DYLAN IS BLEEDING
AND LET HIM

BECAUSE BOB DYLAN IS NOT OURS'
AND NEVER WILL BE

YES

WE
UH
WE NEED TO LEAVE THIS PLACE
I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS

THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE
THAT WE CAN BE PUT INTO THIS CATEGORY
THAT MAKES US EXACTLY SOMETHING
THAT PEOPLE WANT OR WANT OR NEED OR UH........

MY CHEST FEELS LIKE A HOSPITAL
BURNED TO THE SUN WITH GREY CAT
AND I AM WAITING
AND ALONE
AND BIRDS OF PREY ARE CONSTANT
THERE
YES
IT IS
AND CONSTANT ONWARD

ALL I WANT IS TO BE A FRIEND AND A FRIEND OF FRIENDS
AND THERE ARE PEOPLE I KNOW THAT ARE AMAZING
AND THERE IS SOMEONE I KNOW AND LOVE

AND CONSTANTLY
I BELIEVE THAT EVERYTHING WILL RUIN ITSELF

I WANT THAT WE SHOULD WALK
INTO A PAINTING BY BOB VILLA (OR SOME OTHER BOB)
THAT LOOKS LIKE (THE WAY WE LOOKED
WHEN WE TOOK THE BUS TO THE CENTER OF TOWN
AND YOU SAID YOU WERE AFRAID
AND I SAID WHY
AND YOU SAID YOU THOUGHT GANGS WERE HERE
AND IT WAS VIOLENT OR SOMETHING
AND I SAID THAT WAS SOMETHING PEOPLE SAID WHEN THEY WERE AFRAID
AND WHEN WE GOT OUT OF THE BUS YOU LOOKED AT A BUILDING OR THE SKY
AND THE SUN WAS THERE NEXT TO IT
BUT IT WAS LIKE IT WAS SEPARATE
AND YOU REALIZED HOW IT WAS DIFFERENT AT NIGHT
AND THAT THE POST OFFICE WAS HALF YOU
OR THE RIVER WAS A VESTIGE OF GREY CAT
AND AH HA HA
COME ON
AND WE DRANK FORTIFIED WINE
AND WE TRIED TO WALK
BUT IT WAS NOT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN
AND IT WAS NEVER THERE
BUT I KNOW THIS IS OK THIS IS ALL OR IT'S NOT ALL
I WANT TO RUN INTO THE STREET AND SLEEP BENEATH A CAR
AND CRAWL OUT IN THE MORNING AND RIP MUSHROOMS OUT OF THE GRASS
AND FEED THEM TO YOU AND TELL YOU THAT EVERYTHING IS AND)
I DON'T KNOW
THE SINK RISING UP AND SWALLOWING
MY BODY AND REPLACING ME WITH DUST OR SHIT
OR TWIST TIES OR ROCKS OR SOMETHING

AND I AM STANDING IN A CIRCLE
AND THE CIRLE IS SPIDERS
AND THE SPIDERS ARE GOOD

AND THERE IS ALWAYS FORTIFIED WINE