to purposely seek rejection,
as I am now,
must be the mark
of positively,
incorrigible,
mental illness,
worse even
than asking out
the most popular
girl in school.

The sun’s been out all
day today and the
wind is blowing cool but
it’s hard to care about
wind through a pane
glass window so
I’ll lean back and
watch someone watch
the Television and
make some light
conversation before
I reluctantly pass
out in someone
else’s armchair
only to be wakened
by the ringing of the
cell phone that I
never wanted on in
the first place.

Not that I meant
to take the nap,
but it was a damn
fine nap.

“Hello?”

don’t you see that i got i
don’t you see that i rock it
for fuck sakes i can’t stop it
i’m riding the top of a rocket
i fit these things into sockets
should i drop it?
or put the world in my pocket
should i shut
the door should i
open the window
should i jump out?
should i go outside
in my mind
or in time
wake up the piggies
and shout?
remember that time you
yelled at me but
you didn’t know a damn
thing and remember that
time i wish i were
someone else?
remember when we thought
god was gonna save us?

who cares about the insanity that
why would you turn on your tv?
when i am alone
and sober
none of my books have last
chapters
none of my maps have destinations
so devoid of the human condition
there are billions of us
and i am a poet
but there are billions of us
so it makes it hard for me
to say anything
because there are billions of us
separate worlds on the same earth

like a sieve blog about poetry
for which apparently very few people
care despite its impressive 1,129 posts
in under a year.