i bet she had a big dumb red heart and now
it.s hard and stained with boy cum
and sort of violet

(mine's yellow, and bruised like a peach)

my best friend writes poetry so good it's insane
i only read about serial killers and existentialism
when i was little i used to wish i had cancer
my other best friend's middle name is kathleen
the more i read about the existential vacuum the more
bored and empty i feel
the more bukowski i read the more i want to
the more time i spend in the supermarket i
the more i steal my mother's car
the less i own a weapon

(blame it on...well, you know how it goes)