Basiclies

 that can make you feel 

 like you’ve always 

listen there’s this hope I have but

today I walked around on skid road, and today I walked through abandoned china town, today I walked home, closed my door and locked it,

that’s a lie

I’m having a cold pint of brutal, sitting alone on a picnic bench with a parasol to block the sun, ear buds in so no one chats me up, in the fucking pearl district, poor me (sarcasm)

anyway,

He’s in Las Vegas making deals, phat deals I don’t care I have my own tits and ass on board I’m having my own fancy pants party Im my own good time I didn’t even want to go

There are days when I break my life down into its four component pieces

and feed them to a meter

There are other days when those pieces sprout a hundred legs and stroll around your bathroom

I can’t really say which is worse as I lack the proper authority

But then sometimes the bag strongly recommends  I do not microwave  these chicken nuggets

this is my ritual lost in the sound of personhood wrapped around the outside window where the morning fog is cut in half i haven’t swallowed a pill in three years until today i’ve eaten all the memories i can hold

there was me chewing on the mountains behind my house

there was me at age four and twenty-two having the same dream

to survive this skin and live in the warmth god promised but never delivered