it is obvious to me how very silly i was
of course there really were the old shits i found in my notebooks
but of course there was filler. there is always filler
and each word must be witty, each sentence complete
heaven forbid i eschew poet-etry and embrace being neat.

but here it is, junior year. still in college (hopefully, i hope).
at least i have, well you know.
i would talk about it every night at 9 to the whole (intelligent) world if i could.
Hear ye, hear ye, democrat socialists and the minority,
i no longer answer to me
hear i am, not alone, not afraid, but afraid of being alone.
Can do it/? or do i need i?
can i see it or taste it?
fuck it.
i love it
fuck me.


(TAKE IT!!)