30. tommyrot
this is your last one, poetry says
sitting next to me on the couch
where i have managed
to break the cushion in three
short years. (poetry probably thinks
i’ve gotten too sedentary, that
i should get up right now and
hit the treadmill or at the very least
stop throwing chocolate chips
down my gullet, but i have 1000
excuses i can unload if poetry
is dumb enough to
bring up the subject.)
what are you going to write about?
poetry wonders
and so do i.
you know, i say
looking poetry right
in its deep black eyes
to deliver my lines
at the end of the day
i’m all
tapped out. i’ve got
nothing. the silence has
colonized me too
pish and posh, poetry says
slapping me hard
on the knee
tommyrot
you old slut
it’s all bullshit
extreme fucketude
wow, i say
truly amazed, you sound
just like me
