sleeping with one sock on
and jerking off while taking a shit
and listening to music
and texting Kelly about Keith.
I dream of hipster songs
and she dreams of the University of Arizona
and leaving me
but we both lick lips.
the world is ending
as the other broad waitress wrestles
my morning and my writer's mind
that never sleeps, only rests.
she ain't Kendra Jean
but damn is she good and sweet
sweet and famous
and she will do until she realizes.
they both ain't she
and I am running out of time,
all I have is money and chocolate
wasted want for whatever happens.