(no subject)

[jawshoewha]

my mouth has this flesheating disease in it
which is tearing away at my
gums
but just in this one spot.
i think my mom called it
canker sore.
i don't know when you'll read this,
but if it's soon,
i'm sorry i was in the gift shop
when you left.
i felt like shit.
the bus left early.
i'm sorry.
and i love you too.
and now you're there.
i lost you once right
what's one more time?
nothing. because you'll either
die
come back to visit
or
end up stuck here again
one of those three.
i really do hope for the second.
bukowski has been helping me.
i'm not such a smart ass
anymore
i'm witty through him.
the only problem is that everything i write
now
comes out like him
and of course it's on purpose
so from now on
i'm gonna write
inspired by mr.charles bukowski
at the top of everything.
my speakers won't go up enough
anymore
when i'm driving down the road
with the windows down
when the sun's coming up
over the trees.
that's the only time i like this town.
when no one is seen.
and it's just me and the highway
the fields
the trees
the fog
the dew
my speakers won't go up no more
so i turned them up
side
down.