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{ninety five} rd coleman rewriting is shit. weaknesses remind me of a house of mirrors. doubt grows into a tumor. symphonies are staffed by deaf musicians. i want to vomit. rewriting reveals i was out to lunch. I was jello mind, jello poem, jello spirit, jello heart, jello wits, jello passions, piss in diapers. Ich war fucken’ jello. I drink seltzer, water, black coffee no sugar, ipa, single malt ...anything else if nonw of that is around then close my eyes. then proceed. this poem is as god gave it to me: mostly. |
