I CAN'T CONTROL ANYTHING IN MY LIFE.
THERE IS NO POINT TO TRY TO 'CONTROL ANYTHING'.
IT REALLY IS POINTLESS.
JOBS COME AND GO.
PEOPLE COME AND GO.
I FEEL LIKE IM GRASPING THINGS UNTIL THEY SLIP THROUGH MY HANDS.
THERE IS NOTHING TANGIBLE.
THERE IS NOTHING THAT GROWS.
THIS IS NOTHING.
YOU ARE NOTHING
I AM NOTHING.
WE ARE BORN INTO ABSOLUTE INSANITY.

OAKLAND TRAIL

I STARED AT YOU FOR TWO MINUTES
WHILE WE LISTENED TO MY NEIGHBORS HAVE SEX
AND MY ROOMMATE COOK VEGETABLES
WITH FAKE SAUSAGE MEAT.
IS IT STRANGE THAT I AM THINKING
OF SOMETHING THAT WILL 'MAKE
ME HAPPIER' AS I TALK TO YOU?
...16 FLOOR REFLECTIONS
LITE UP. EXPLODING IN
THE ORANGE LIGHTS.
IF YOU STICK YOUR ARM
IN BETWEEN THE DOORS
THEY WILL STOP
CLOSING AND OPEN.
THERE IS A SENSOR THAT
REALIZES WHAT YOU ARE
DOING.
THERE IS A MOMENT IN
BETWEEN YOURSELF
THAT WILL STOP
BECAUSE IT REALIZES
WHAT YOU ARE
DOING.
!!
.....

THIS POEM WILL STAND AGAINST THE WALL AND WATCH THE REST OF THE POEMS AS THEY INTERACT

I REMEMBER THE SWAN CASKET AGAINST THE WALL
THAT'S ALL
ACTUALLY I REMEMBER MORE
BUT FUCK THAT SHIT

THE REST I REMEMBER BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER
WE HAD SOME BEERS AND IT WAS STRANGE

I KIND OF WANT TO GO HOME
I MEAN I AM HOME BUT I COULD STILL BE CGI'D
INTO THAT MOVIE WHERE THE DIRECTOR SAID
"EVERYONE JUST MAKE SAD FACES THE WHOLE TIME"
(OR I COULD DRIVE 4.5 HOURS)

THE MOVIE IS CALLED ANGUS
AND IT SUCKS
THAT IS THE MOVIE I'M TALKING ABOUT
I WAS TRYING TO WRITE A POEM BUT NOW I AM JUST TYPING

AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY NOW
I WILL SAY WHAT IS AROUND ME

THE TV IS ON
IT HAS BEEN ON SINCE I GOT HERE
IT WAS JUST ON
I HAVEN'T CHANGED THE CHANNEL
BRIDGET JONES: THE EDGE OF REASON IS ON
IT HAS BRITISH PEOPLE
GREY CAT NORMAN IS SLEEPING NEXT TO ME
I JUST PETTED HIM AND HE CHIRPED
THEN HE STARTED RUBBING HIS FACE WITH HIS PAWS
THE LIGHTS ARE ON
I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP SOON

I WISH I COULD BE A BRITISH PERSON WITH A LOT OF FREE TIME
OR ANYONE WITH A LOT OF FREE TIME
I THINK PEOPLE WITH A LOT OF FREE TIME
ARE MAYBE FORGETTING TO DO SOMETHING

I HAVE TRIED READING STUFF BY WRITERS I LIKE LATELY
I READ THE FIRST HALF OF MICHAEL KIMBALL'S DEAR EVERYBODY
IT'S VERY GOOD
I LOOK FORWARD TO THE SECOND HALF
SO I READ HALF 1
THEN I HAD TO SLEEP AND WORK AND YOU KNOW
IT'S HARD TO FIND TIME TO READ ANYMORE
I DON'T EVEN WRITE ANYMORE

THIS IS NOT WRITING BY THE WAY
I AM GOING TO DRINK WATER NOW

OK
I DRANK WATER
NOW I JUST WANT TO PET NORMAN
I FEEL LIKE THAT WOULD BE BETTER
THAN THINKING ABOUT LIFE OR WHATEVER OR TYPING
WORDS THAT I AM TYPING
PETTING NORMAN
HE'S A GOOD GOOD DUDE

THIS MOVIE JUST TURNED REALLY LAME
LAMER THAN BEFORE
THE DIRECTOR DOESN'T KNOW
HOW TO MAKE PEOPLE SEEM SAD
WITHOUT BEING A FUCKING RIDICULOUS ASSHOLE
AND PLAYING SHITTY MUSIC AND MAKING PEOPLE LOOK
LIKE THEY WALKED IN THE RAIN OR SOME SHIT
IF YOU WANT TO MAKE PEOPLE LOOK SAD
SHOW THEM TRYING NOT TO CRY TRYING TO EXPLAIN
HOW THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW FEELING SORRY
FOR SOMETHING DOES NOT MEAN THAT
ALL CONSEQUENCES SHOULD DISAPPEAR
AND THEY ARE 14 AND LOCKED UP
AND THEY DON'T HAVE ANY SELF-AWARENESS
AND THEY THINK THEY WILL BE LOCKED UP
A MONTH MORE BECAUSE OF ONE MOMENT
AND YOU WOULD ALMOST DO ANYTHING

ALSO, I DIDN'T MAKE UP THE SWAN CASKET
IT WAS REALLY THERE
I SAW IT
I THOUGHT, "WHY DO THEY HAVE A SWAN CASKET"
IT WAS JUST SOME THING AGAINST THE WALL
AND IT WAS STUFFED WITH TRASH AND DEAD LEAVES

NOW I AM GOING TO PISS AND THEN BRUSH MY TEETH

SINGLE PEOPLE ARE WEIRD

SINGLE PEOPLE ARE WEIRD.
THERE IS A REASON SINGLE PEOPLE ARE SINGLE.
SINGLE PEOPLE SMELL STRANGELY.
SINGLE PEOPLE DO NOT LIKE THE THINGS YOU LIKE.
SINGLE PEOPLE ARE POSSIBLY HOMOPHOBIC.
SINGLE PEOPLE ONCE KILLED A KITTEN BY PUTTING IT IN A BIN BAG AND KICKING IT AROUND IN A PARK.
SINGLE PEOPLE ARE OUT TO 'TRAP YOU'.
SINGLE PEOPLE HAVE 'EXCESS BAGGAGE'.
SINGLE PEOPLE STAY INDOORS ALL DAY, WANKING.
SINGLE PEOPLE SOMEHOW DON'T HAVE THE INNATE ABILITY THAT YOU HAVE TO 'LEAPFROG' FROM ONE RELATIONSHIP TO ANOTHER.
HOW WEIRD THEY ARE.
SINGLE PEOPLE USUALLY HAVE PIECES OF TOILET PAPER STUCK TO THEIR PENISES OR VAGINAS, DUE TO EXCESSIVE WANKING OR JUST GENERAL 'BAD HABITS'.
SINGLE PEOPLE LISTEN TO THINGS LIKE GUIDED BY VOICES AND THE SHINS TO DROWN OUT THE SOUND OF THEIR OTHER SINGLE FRIENDS WANKING DOWN THE TELEPHONE AT THEM.
ONCE, ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON, ALL THE SINGLE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD DROWNED A VERY GOOD-LOOKING KITTEN DUE TO WANKING ALL OVER IT.
IF THE SINGLE PEOPLE HAD BOYFRIENDS OR GIRLFRIENDS, MAYBE THEY WOULD HAVE JUST STAYED IN AND WATCHED TV OR HAD A WALK, HOLDING HANDS, INSTEAD OF DROWNING A KITTEN DUE TO BEING SO PAINFULLY SINGLE AND WEIRD.