I should probably go outside
in the sunshine to soak in some
“They say the D helps with depression.”
I used that line on a girl once;
she was obviously sad and in emotional pain.
i got her reply loud and clear:
“You’re Fucking Lame.”
how dare you turn me down, you, you, hussy you!
she must’ve been insane,
but the slap I received and she delivered
reminded me that it was indeed me
ability to be
there are some things that are irrefutable,
and this poem has the distinct
feeling of being contrived.
I really should go outside.
I’m turning translucent.
with each passing day,
the color of my skin is
like the 18 year old bottle of
scotch on my table;