chatter box

yr so dumb. conufliction in the rapacious night.
there were twos and threes and methamphetamine ambitions.
no one saw the straw on the table before
you did, no one could pick up a line better.

or was that a pick up line. i don't want
to be holding on to your psychosis all night.
find me a coat hook and flea bag motel. if you
were a hooker this would all be easier, as it is
your inner slut gets the better of you
and the bills go unpaid.

just your luck you visited cougar town
before the hot chix were there. just your luck
your weathly patron lives in a trailor park.
no trees to hand yourself from. i am

unsympathetic in writing. but you're not asking me
for smokes so our pact carries forward. the pages
of the globe whip the conditoned air. you are only
surviving. how can i blame you for that? i was the one
wanted you to live.



































so the poem ...
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