Posted in eavesdrop, Poetry

personal reasons

My friend Jackie
deals the best blow out of
the back of her Chevy Tahoe.

I have done things
like you wouldn’t believe,
just to stand in line pour vingt
minute, nevermind
score a bump.

I know what you’re thinking;
trust me, I only like it
for personal reasons.
Other people
might like to get drunk
or go HAM on some candy corn
to feel mué bien.

That just sounds like some
backroom bullshit—
real lazy like.

I need something
that’s going to make me scream
at the top of my lungs
before setting even one foot
out into our messed up
little world.



Trying to find the right words.

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