Tuesday, July 19, 2011

I am PLEASED with myself
pleased pleased pleased
I'd like to die soon
wake up mourned upon mundane tide
an underwear pariah
I'm a little rot
staring from trash cans
and chillums.
A delighted angel
is clapping
that I once was
that I tread water
in a cesspool
that I died angry
in a garden
that I was angry
to the very end
glowing even in a sea of gems
awash in a silver shit
with wings of righteous spit spit spit.
I carry spit in my veins
and the angels are anxious
for me to find my way home.
Fuck you all.
I'm going to Heaven.

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