day one hundred and ninety nine.

only a bus driver
would see me trip
before i've paid
for my trip.

day one hundred and ninety eight.

you cannot seek help
if you cannot help yourself
first
and you cannot help yourself
first
if you do not wish to.

day one hundred and ninety seven.

the goblin sits outside,
dressed for all occasions,
sticking his stony tongue out
because he doesn't have
to be disappointed
by any of them.

day one hundred and ninety six.

it's nice seeing people
out
on their porches at
4:30 in the morning,
laughing at the clock
and drinking with
the lights on.
the only shame is that
you're on your way to work
and can't make yourself
invited.

day one hundred and ninety five.

i write cryptic messages by night
for my better self
to investigate by day.

day one hundred and ninety four.

i've told myself this
so many times
that even i'm laughing now-
if it's never going to
get done
then stop using yourself
to lie.

day one hundred and ninety three.

i repeat myself without
realizing it -
you don't have to be old
to be an old fuck up.