somethings as good as nothing

//something

here
alone in my room
getting drunk at 1:31 pm
or is it 3:31 am?
I don’t know
I drink a lot

with a young Isaac Brock
coming through the speakers
telling me
“thiswillneverend thiswillneverend thiswillneverstop”
as if I didn’t already know

and I’m trying my best

not to think about any of them
the people who would rather not
think about me
the people who would rather not
think at all

all the upstanding young men with bright futures
all the pretty girls with vodka in their veins
they’ve all severed their ties before I could sever their
tendons.
can you imagine anything so cruel?


\\fuck a title

passenger seat on the freeway
tossing bottles out the window
just to hear them shatter

you offered to let me drive
but i declined
told you i couldnt stand being the one behind the wheel
our fate in my hands and all that
you laughed like it was a joke
maybe it was

i dont think so

when we get close enough to the other cars
i close my eyes for a second
pretend we crashed
death
on
impact
and its all right

the graffiti on the bridge reads “boys with feelings”


//wet blankets

pissed in my bed again
I guess I have to lay in it
but at least it’s warmer this way
comforting, even


you can take action and
wash the sheets
or relax and
just let it dry on its own
but once it’s soaked
your bed is never quite the same
because what the mattress absorbs is there forever.


\\GANBARE

can she tell how much i want her?
it might as well be written across my face

if she can read it
does she feel it?
who knows? who cares?
and who cares who knows?

we’re sitting in her truck
because its cold outside
and i don’t want to go home yet

i never do

so she keeps it running
keeps the heat coming

she has the prettiest hair i have ever seen.