I am not dead
However instead as
When the “born-to-be”
Hasn’t, or is it, (sorry- the ADD) a mystical
Season just seasoning with clockwork
Our bitter being? Mine. I mean.
Well? What the fuck? Anything?
Yeah no shit “huh?” Slash a non artisan grasp on this syntax surfacing that of mental maniacs
For which a hotel writing pads piece of stolen paper of its stolen thing found during
Cleaning season under the 30 miles sustained in effort to cohabitate under to live happy
Is dusty and forgotten and found by the one who dictates the planted seed of something
That’s so bad….. I’d rather not continue on that…. I’m a poet, yeah, I’m just good at getting published….. which I guess is what makes me that
Like daniel John’s of silverchair (not nirvana wanna-bees, no, dummy, I hear you think)
And actually nevermind; this is my act of staying committed to my craft, proving, with this self criticismic baked loafy pies….
Fading. This is a sorry for myself mode of creativity while circling the deep big city downtowns block where rural fact beheads metaphorically doing
That simply. On the block. Cant talk as well as when I think i can and make something on the planet differentiates me from the pack that is by what i must not have to God fucking just whatever man. Fuck. A benzo crazy mad or benzoless validated much harder to swallow pill of madness from what the truth is. Dont know, because I do know what there is to be felt, I am concerned about the marination, psychologically. A partnership Grant’s my attempt to the latter. To attempt. This is Brian hardie reporting how I only know….. why did he always sustain the “….ewwwwwwwwwww(getting quiter) Sah!”
A few months I trie b t wa ut of be ore….