untitled scrawl: again, april '97

Soul is a place
where the brain
forgets to get a
picture of the
fall that once
tried to banf
into your mouth
the stupid notion
that the ones who
started to care
are quickest to
be repelled.

P.S. Bitterness only
sells when melancholy
takes the suspension
and slides...

To Bob: april '97

To Bob; because
no one's ever written
one of these:

I lie and state I
hate you.
I fib and say I
don't
I wait for you to
love the things you
won't
13 dialectics in May
won't dissuade you.
The places you'll go
have too many smiles
My need is up and
down the aisles.
(yuck.)

untitled scrawl: april '97

Bull or ball?
these kids know
no one
wants to die.

I want to die
but with a pregnant
lack of meaning.
wino martyrdom.