FINDMEBIGLOVE.

leisurely rummaging through the options for existing,
but, one could care less.
a full belly that's been bleeding since Tuesday,
a list of things with not a single accomplished.
no work, no play. really, just
days in bed.
nights spent dawdling in shoes that make noise,
with Men who won't quit talking 
about building bass bins,
French Woman VS American,
nights spent high,
with children who paint themselves in ridiculous excrement,
eating each others faces in a two-stall, crammed washroom,
basement,
after 3 a.m.
mornings, at Twenty Two
dosing lines with an Eighteen year old,
or silently sipping paint thinner resembling liquor,
or pissing in a school yard , drunk, alone,
cold,
with no remorse,
for simply just, not thinking,
about the possible consequence of the option that is
almost, absolute, nothingness.


GET ME OUT OF HERE BEFORE I EAT MYSELF ALIVE.