I see all the old molding
on the facades;
bright and glowing
and I think about the people who used to live there,
used to love here,
with their smiling eyes
as they danced in sweaty bars
and laughed at jokes in the street
and lit fireworks for no reason.
I hear them sometimes
on the back stairs
creeping sadly into the basement
or looking in the windows
to places they knew
by different names.
I look at the toddlers
dressed as adults;
drinking and gnashing and shouting
karaoke at the top of their lungs.
Just seconds away from making out
to breed more waves of crap
and I pretend to remember what
the fuck I’m doing here.
I have decided under a great deal of mental duress, and by a great deal I mean almost none, that I will now use my tumblr for a new and bold reason. You may be asking, “What? What could it be? Sweet fucking Kirsten Dunst tell us what it is you sick ass clown bastard!”. You may be saying that, most likely you are just trying to take a picture of your own butt with an iphone, which was what I initially going to do with that blog but then I decided that I would instead write crappity crap and put up pictures of my own taking which no one in the history of tumblr has ever done.From here on out the only reblogs I will toss into the internet ether will be from other writers and possibly drunk people I live with here in Chicago. Otherwise I’m going full tilt original content. “Who gives a shit about you? You’re a dickface and your poems are for weiners.” You may be saying. And you might be right but you should still listen to me because I am a doctor. I am your doctor and you should listen to me. Do drugs.
They been murdering humans for love a long time before some st.valentine, but still
In the fucking loneliest, staring out to the bay every night, period of my life, I read your words in a letter as a storm blew up like clockwork at four in the afternoon on a Tampa Saturday summer day and as the sky turned black and palm trees became rubber in the rain I knew that I was not alone.