can i speak?

how can i speak today in this mess.

angry, alone, whimpering, lost. 

i need an eyepatch like Joyce.

i need a Nixon like Thompson.

i need a bottle of whiskey like Hemingway.

i need an aphrodisiac like Sellers.

i need, i need, i need.

that's all we say now.

needs and wants

decisions and espionage

too afraid to answer the door

the phone

the text

the zone

where did all this time go?

where was i when it happened?

how can I leave now?

i brush my feet in the dew in the morning

then i place my hands on the grass

the sun isn't up yet and i'm half naked

in my shorts

in my passion

all of me

for time is meant to learn

in a sick patience sort of way

think about it for now

speak in monotone

laugh in chapters

fear in darkness

no milk to drink

the morning is the hardest part of the day

drink some coffee

have a shower

maybe a bit of malt

eggs

spinach

onions

heat on high

until it sears the spinach

now read as fast as you can