cat
is gone
got
out
haven’t
seen her for days
first
jenny left this place
now
my cat
i’ve
left the patio door
open
for days
hoping
summer
flies filled the apartment
i
almost took a shit on the carpet
so
they would have something to swarm
other
then the sweat on my face
didn’t
drink for a couple days
kept
wondering what would come
nothing
did
i’m
just a stupid kid
arms
reaching up
but
no one will pick me up
no one
ever has
no
one ever will
and
this concept that if we endure
suffer
our
faith will be a buffer
fuck
that
suffer?
yes
we all do
and
i will do so with substance
i
will drink
smoke
and all that other shit
and
find myself once again
on
my balcony
back
against the closed sliding
glass
door
ash
tray unable to contain
the
things with which i profane
and
enough empty cans strewn about
as
to make a homeless person shout
“eureka!”
recycling
gold
while
i unfold
listen
to project pitchfork ask
“what
is the meaning to all that is?”
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