Learning the S**t of Life

it's s**t because i'm s**t and f**k all of this and f**k all of you i hate writing and i hate myself except i really only want to be good good good at all i do.

The skin of the city

Flakes off

A mouth for

All the reasons why.

The hound chases the

Foot of lore you are.

The wisest city grins,

An incurable smack-head

With tobacco pimples,

Lamenting the golden corpse

Wanting too much of this

Wanting too much of you

Yawns open like a shot,

Like an umpteenth knot

The hole abandons

The leather stage.