Cold Spaghetti for Breakfast

its easy to write poetry. there's no explanation needed for any of it. people read it and hear things they want to hear, the writer doesn't have to be constant, things can move here and there. it's easy to write poetry

the power of the word is strong though. words like: marsupial, cunnilingus, apathy, senorita. these words and many other like them have a wonderful feeling when said outloud. the way the roll off your tongue. the power of the of the word is beautiful.

some writers write for other people, which is hard, and i can understand their need to push the boundaries, some writers write for fame, which is bullshit, and i hope you pig fuckers become famous and are unraveled as the frauds which everyone should see you for. but the good writer, the constant writer, the writer who doesn't feel the need to put it down, but enjoys the process of doing so, the one who can string together words with a single thought, those writers are the ones that outlast all of us. did you ever wonder if Fitzgerald knew that we'd still be reading his work long after he was dead? you know what that is? that's a legacy. that's beautiful; although Fitzgerald was a shitty person, and if i met him i'd probably punch him in the face, the prick, he had a way of using the word, arranging the word like a musician, so the story is constant, points are shown, the strings are there and all we have to do is pull them, and watch the words unravel.
hell of a writer that guy.


you're probably wondering where i'm going with all this. keep wondering, because i haven't gotten there yet.

what i do know is this:

these words feel more important than anything. i love my friends. and if you know me well enough, i often make choices that are questionable, but not morally destructive. self destructive not so much, although i do enjoy pain. so whatever.
meanwhile, lets return to the point. i love women. you are beautiful. i have some problems with you, but i rather not list them at this time. anyway, you provide me with the view sometimes needed to align my bullshit. so thank you.
you can't look in the mirror without seeing just a touch of horseshit smeared over your top lip.
it's a fact
i do it everyday.
we're all shit eaters!
the worlds going to collapse upon itself.
holy jesus!

this is phase, a time in our lives, where discovery is key, and although the media has thrown this blanket over us, telling us how we should dress, who we should date, what we should be doing with our lives, why are we here? blah blah fucking blah jerk me off. we should assemble as a people. what have we got in our mid twenties other than alcohol, one night stands, low paying jobs and a constant need to fuck everything up? nothing. we're the workforce of America, we're being trained and molded so that we can pop out some kids and keep working these low paying jobs and walking around like a bunch of jerk offs with shit smeared on our top lip.
so why all the hubbub, bub?
we don't have much except ourselves and other humans. lets enjoy this. still fight, because the world will stop spinning if we don't fight. but if a nice thing comes along in your life don't respond with, "ah fuck, that's not what i wanted.."

try more like

"ah fuck, that's beautiful"

the small victories
you hear me god!
the small good things

it's good when it's good