Friday, May 17, 2013

"Fucking bummer.
Not having friends is."

get what you give, baby.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

last dregs coat the tongue like
dead possums in the mouths of eager dogs, like
big-bellied fools asleep in garbage cans, like
no-tooth smiles and yawns mid-
sentence.

I can't breathe anymore
can't breathe anymore, can't be
can't be
can't be


any




more.