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i feel like i'm always losing things. books, friends, races. i've got this cough i can't shake, and so every day i take sips of cough medicine, straight from the bottle, and i sit at home with my john cusack syndrome and write poetry and postcards. i live in a town of cracked, empty sidewalks, where the people who say they're artists never make anything, and the writers never write.
this cough i have, i hack up my lungs. there is a small piece of me that hopes it is cancer, that hopes i wake up in a coughing fit with the taste of blood in my mouth. that piece of me would be just as happy tasting blood in a barfight, though, and so i try to eat healthy, read good books and never pull my punches. i cut up all my clothing in an effort to get sun on my shoulders.
i miss the highways, but this town has train tracks to keep me sane, and when i am drunk and sad, i think about taking a nap on the eight foot ties, curled like a kitten between the metal rails. but then who would sing the bukowski poem blues? i respond to the call of duty by continuing to breathe. my warpaint makes me brave enough to do it.
i'd walk barefoot over broken glass for the few i claim my friends, but i'd like to spit in some people's faces.
this cough i have, i hack up my lungs. there is a small piece of me that hopes it is cancer, that hopes i wake up in a coughing fit with the taste of blood in my mouth. that piece of me would be just as happy tasting blood in a barfight, though, and so i try to eat healthy, read good books and never pull my punches. i cut up all my clothing in an effort to get sun on my shoulders.
i miss the highways, but this town has train tracks to keep me sane, and when i am drunk and sad, i think about taking a nap on the eight foot ties, curled like a kitten between the metal rails. but then who would sing the bukowski poem blues? i respond to the call of duty by continuing to breathe. my warpaint makes me brave enough to do it.
i'd walk barefoot over broken glass for the few i claim my friends, but i'd like to spit in some people's faces.