Hooked

They talk of skin and angles,
but they were born of slight money,
or plain rich, and have never whored.
Probably in love out of high school
All Welcome Back Kotter urban,
and Honey Combed out

They take pictures of themselves,
but their eyes show only fame and fuck,
and I am both, yet neither.

I had once thought of writing -
- long I sat at some cliche zeitgeist
pretending to be into what you are
all "into", especially now. And then,
I really made something special,
without the tint of narcissism
I made sense.

I am louche, and serious
I would rather fight than fuck,
but drinking's American
Drinking's universal
So I have swallowed Bukowski, twice,
and what of pretending to be sad, because
you're ugly? Be foul,
since alive must not matter

The cable will bring you lotion
The children will praise your name
Promises, letters, and notoriety
will skin your skin's rush
and still, you will not have swallowed.