this planet.

1.5 billion years left
if we can make it
that far.

day one hundred and ninety two.

too much peanut butter
on toast
i want to go back
to before i knew
though i always said
ignorance was worse.
this just puts both
more and less
emphasis
on my life
and what i should do
with it.

day one hundred and ninety one.

there are some things
that we have constructed in our
lives
to be for only children
or idiots.

i happen to be very fortunate
in this respect
as the things i once
enjoyed as a child
i can now enjoy as
an idiot.

day one hundred and ninety.

it seems to be deep
you have to be sad.
perhaps because
pain drags you down
on some other
depthy level
that the rest of us
just wouldn't
understand,
so in turn
you understand
more about everything else.
well,
if you have to be sad
to be deep,
i'm glad
i'm not.

day one hundred and eighty nine.

last minute
garage call;
sorry your game
was rained out
the moment
you started it
in the middle of a storm.
it's not so bad
though, it smells
like gasoline
and i can tell what's
on your cocks mind.

day one hundred and eighty eight.

he kept

moving his legs back

and forth

on the pavement

he was staring intently at.

day one hundred and eighty seven.

a beautiful cottage
filled with
middle aged
or quite past that
people
with a preference for men
and threats of
bitch slapping
makes for a great way
to devour the piles
of food in front
of me.