ballast

ballast

my past fits into a bin

in three separate clothed sizes

the stoned the sexed the overgrown

& felt under

my variety of lies,

they squint

fall out of me like prizes

the computer virus

the computer spams

she pans and pants and pots

the commuter spasms

fucks the fall! & the decent

all i have is

all i have

all i have felled

or falling even

ever eventually

weathered

or wanted

exposed

among

the elements of friend

and don’t foe this up

and don’t admit this fall

you fallen heart you felt me up

i’ve tumbled to my own demure

for better yet it's chaste it's worse

forget by forgiven

think of him

or her

think of this

or them

and that too

blame me for

numb luck

struck doubt

trucked off

lost cows

it is serious

it is seriously

all my fault

this singular circularity

this that doesn’t die

i’ll go blonde trying

and blue to deny it

here it is it never left me

and i i i it it it

can’t be ringedly written

or resembling wrongth

you must be shaded in fields of wine

and acres of grape juice

will suck thumbs again

will suck thumbs again

in silence will suck

this thump

thump

thump

up

2007