this is the end, i think, i fear
god damn top text. i hate it.
these are the imprints. i feel them.
old/new ani. i miss that. but soon
i will know newness like a fresh
hot piece of fame on a fork
served up real raw and steamy
in your face, baby.
you know that. i knew you once.
when we were creature like. i miss it.
those days when we were animals and
skins. broke my back for every cent
i could rub together. thirty hours
in one weekend just to spend it all
in about two days.
things go like that. cell phone traces.
thats how they find you.
thats how they like you.
thats what they do to you.
thats when they come and assign you.
square one. thats all. do it.
make this window size huge.
make it so the letters look like ink blots.
make it so the lines creep short.
make it so you have to squint.
make it all blue and little letters.
make it so you can read.
the wheeze, of cold nights, never with
the oven off. old ani/new ani,
i wait. i watch. they caught you
red handed. you were dipping into the
till. you bad mother fucker, you
did it. i said it.
you did it.
now. you did it now. you went on
and , did it . oh boy , you . so
tell me when well make it perfect.
once more. how itll be. all
shiny and pristine. she said,
one more week until some solace.
were all just misusing words.
and each other. but we make good
buffing and shining. only hang out
when the mans at work. he does good.
making you smile, but you cry
too much, and i
dont like it. i cry in my dreams
and it seems
that every time i wake up
i am worse off than when
i
started.