drunk poems written from the crash end of a bad night

"I love you, far away girl..."

*

He threw the first punch.
my teeth were straight at the end of the fight,
and,
mother would be pleased.

She paid four thousand $ on my orthadontics

*

"She said, let's go to my place!"
"No,
I'm gay."
"You're sexy."
"I'm the devil."

*

At her place now, she goes in for the kiss,
as I take the pack of cigarettes out of her pocket,
and walk out chugging my beer
and crushing it on my forhead
as I leave
the door.


light up.

*

I'm still bleeding from that fight:
in my mind, it wasn't him
that i hit,

it was all those boys you knew...

*

Life is a game that I'm losing-
and I'd just as soon let some ho' touch me
as they could make a nuclear
bomb,
(there's got to be a scientist somewhere!
anyway, I think you're mine...)
I'm a little monster,
drowning myself in vodka
and poetry
and silence.

*

Should I just kill myself?

*

Should I just kill myself!?
haha
ha

*

There's a corpse in my arms
and I kiss the sun
as it
burns me up
the trees are growing
slowly
I am horror and beauty and
filth
like
everything
else...

*

kill me, slowly
and painfully.