and
i am a novelist!
oh
don't worry, i'll remember that song
i'll
file it away for future reference
future
reference paves slumberland freeway
four
bald manservants at the corners of my bed
stop-sign,
ain't your rules a fucking game?
was
this worth getting out of bed for?
never
end a friendship with a preposition
you've
changed man
it
used to be about the sex and drugs!
what's
this music shit?
was
it worth getting out of bed for?
i
remember when you would take a sleeping pill at midnight
and
blog till 3 in the morning anyway
what
happened?
now
it's an event, getting out of bed
and
for what? this non-ironic happenstance?
slag
off! o slag off!
water
water everywhere yet not one drop to drink
sha-bang!
there's plenty more purple flasks where that came from
o
kinetic energy, o graphic calisthenics of caligula-like overkill
o
phenotype pheromone hairspray from the photogenic genome
yo
gnomish hearsay, boy, where's my latte boy? tell murphy i said
slag
off!
i'm
drinking purple-flask juice to forget about the excess saliva
it
could be this, or it could be that, i could be too thin, or i could
be too fat
it
could be the traz, it could be the serts, or it could be
i'm
thinking when i could be drinking, fuck the thoughts, time to bask
in
the purple flask
