finally finished my second
novel
sent it off to my publisher
wrote all night
9 hours straight
it’s about a man who escapes a
mental ward
makes it to the west coast
amid the january sky
north of seattle
falls asleep on the beach
and freezes to death on his
first night of freedom
yup
you got it
there is no point
now it is the next night
no words to wrestle or write
i’m just walking in l. a.
a car passes blaring bikini
kill
i’ve drank so much i feel ill
and it’s fucking raining
i stop in a hardware store
and buy a can of black spray
paint
walk till i see a mall
closed
but standing 50 feet tall
and i spray the entryway
with the words,
“unlike your church
we clothe and feed the masses”
flip off the camera
and walk away
stop at a taco stand
toss out the spray can
and eat next to the dumpster
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