Monday, October 28, 2013

And Counting

Through a fat haze
Of post pubescent enthusiasm
I arrive at my 30's
Less sure than ever.
Where is that hard prick
And sharp confidence of 25?
Where is that bulbous certainty?

I could use a dad, god.
Might benefit from a hug
30's skins my heart
Whereas 12 skinned my knees.

Could I use a god?
Could I hollow him out and
Use him like a boat?
It's raining hard, dad.
Time to take the pills.

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