I stopped [and you did]




[only to start again]
I stopped by to talk to you but you wouldn't answer...
so I guess I'll wait downstairs.


[I won't come looking for you...]

To the Woman on the Number Eight.

I hope you registered the look
in my eye(s)that said one
......................simple
......................thing

Fuck
You
..........maybe that seat next
..........to you could have made
..........my twenty minute stand
..........up next to the man
..........with digusting
..........vomitous body odor
bus ride much
.........much
.........much
.............more
.................comfortable


Bitch.

My breath is laboursome.
..thick, the air feels
forced in,
.........held,
..............out
forced, thinking on
breath, as I
smoke.
Inhaled,
.......held,
............out.
My body has aches
...I still haven't gotten
....used to
Energy I don't have,
...don't remember having
....wish I had.
Wish I wanted to
move about, but
....wish....
to remain immobile
....till....
there's something
to move(____)for.
(wish)----^

When I'm feeling
low
I go to a bookstore
and read
Bukowski.

I have nothing
in common with
this
.....womanizing
.....gambling
.....alchoholic
.....Mozart-loving
.....Poetic Genius
except,

He knows how
to be inspired
by the deepest
wells in which
our pathetic
animal minds
can swim.

you make
me want
to vomit

vomit out
vomit out you
vomit out every
memory
fuck
kiss
feeling
purge, purge
purge you from
my system
you make me sick