my eyes hurt like your landlord just ate them.
praise the lord.
I am an idiot in the world,
but I can switch kings, just like you
and your blindness.
chicken heads flock to me.
but these days
I try to swat them away.
it's raining in Brooklyn.
#RainingInBrooklyn
every body has a little darkness
in them: sorrow and such.
poetry sings it to them.
I am hungry.
and my leg hurts.
and I have heart burn.
I repair to working
on the script
in a neutral place.
Success is seven pages.
praise mistakes, dreams, worries
and this farm called forever.