sometimes i think

alcohol is healthy for me.

i should write more. It's 3:15am i just got off work. There's a tall blonde next to me, after hours company.

moon is bitten off from the full once again. its hazy and cold.
friends bubble to the surface and pop without asking them to do so. The air dissipates, they lose the form that outlined who they were and perhaps who they'll be again.
But i can't breathe easy with the exhalation they expel.

hot air, cold swears, what's a hooligan.
write me a letter, ill write you a verse. Read it again
but never outloud.

where is my sister. i miss my sister.

dont ask me for advice unless you're not listening.
ask yourself if you can make it through the time it takes.
think of cookies and your nose and the fog you create

against the windows, against doors.
ill count down the floors of the skyrise above to see if the light is still soaking into the back of your blue shade.
how exposed are you?

if you know then you're not.

superheroes and televisor shows me
that ill coast away on charisma until.
until what.
the great (man) theory stands alone.
married with 12 children a mate and a home. but ill feel the best ive been in weeks when someone pays
special attention to me.
turn a cheek to how obvious and ugly the world is.
shrug your shoulders, pat a back, take their money and turn them away.

love, for what its worth.

sometimes without trying hard i can feel my body dying.
it doesnt stop me from keeping on what im doing to let it.
challenge authoity, strip away the rules.
ill think you're wrong when you're not sure you're right.

why do we think we have responsibility over others. towards others?
do we really care.

comfortable is boring. it causes anxiety.
o look, a sprial solution.

what's your number?
how many have you had?
that have broken you?

Against windows cold or seething. I see no light.
But now i know you're awake.