i spent the afternoon
and much of the evening
right here
much of the morning too
the sun hid
for the better part of a season
this midwestern gray
with its skies drained
like my lungs
suffocating with a Camel’s
all deliberate speed
but today
no, yesterday
the sun decided
he was tired of suicide notes
and came out with guns blazing
forcing me to class
to those trite teachers
flagrantly approaching godliness
to themselves
and to the mindless dummies
who grasp convictions based on cynicism–
like fashion coughing up
whatever hasn’t been stated
except in the vague references
of music
and the undercurrents
of a popular-by-unpopularity-
existential-
bullying weak
who at first surprise
with vocabulary
but who still
haven’t any idea
what the fuck they’re talking about
they’ve found a taste for coffee by day
and despondence by night
bellowing obscure words
like swooning disaster
at the end of the bar
to the girl with the pink pink skin
pink pink skin
legs long as knives in loins
dress hiked to the barstool
peeking white cotton panties
when she laughs, she laughs
what was her name
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