an the truth is i need tums
when i drink tacos and eat whiskey
these days
oh this crumbling wreck of a body

i mean this skin was imperfect as soon as i met it
christ, my wiggling thighs and stretched out stomach

i dunno
i dunno
if we're fighting, then i dunno
i say it because i never learned
i'm sorry that i was raised in deep silence that created me obsessed with outer space
the cold stars and cold cream of...........
oh whatever

you gotta finish what you started
even if what you started
is a cigarette


wish for something nice on your birthday
if you don't there's always next year

right..
shadows at play.

if i'm bored then it's my own fault, right?
it is not anyone's charge to entertain me but my own...

so, what am I so afraid of, huh?

time to up the ol' ante.

today i have started the official Portland Welcoming Committee
which turns out to be me welcoming everyone to the moment
with the force of my hello
ha!
we love it!

and then pooping in the jesuits' front yard

it's so far very gratifying