(no subject)
once i get to the bottom of this (glass)
things will right themselves.
birds and bees will finally
get the message and
start crossbreeding like we
always meant them to. the
short straw will come
with a small glass
and Oscar Wilde will
finally
shut the fuck up.
i will throw
away all my pills
and swallow God to make me smile.
my creative space
will expand and i won't have to
write music and poetry at the same
cluttered desk. i will
figure out why i end these lines where i do
and why they're not just one big paragraph.
seriously, read this aloud and
tell me
why
the fuck
i'm
using
"enter"
so
god
damned
much.
most likely to take up space. the
open page is terrifying
when not covered in useless unfact.