oh no

oh hey.

what?
you want me to write a poem?
oh jesus, it's been another day hasn't it
well. I'm boycotting.
this isn't a poem.
nopenopenope

when you take off the first n
everything is open..
I just thought of a word

nopen

its like a contradiction
not open
or something
I'm never not nopen.




ugh.
I'm wasted.
not even the wasted I was earlier
just wasted on sunshine
long day
of seeing people I care for.


I run my brain through laps
drowned it in smoke
hookah. tokes. cigarettes.
ooh, nat shermans with a touch of mint.
shut up.

my synapses need refurbishing
cracked at the corners
paint peeling
making connections
to the best of their ability
with no help from me.

smoke deprives your brain of oxygen, you know.
the terrible habits I pick up.
jesus.

this is my first morning poem

this is my first morning poem
see how cheery it is!
the exclamation point indicates cheer

it’s too bright out for my red eyes
but listen to the birds!
and the poorly dressed students
talking loudly to each other! voices
bouncing off the courtyard walls

there’s a siren too!
whose making trouble this early?
two now. whooping back and forth

trumpet took the walk of shame with me
brass was my action, nothing else
but who gives a fuck!

its nice out
roommates in a sundress
that’s how I can tell