10 Reasons I Wanna Write Part 1

 (As posed in Writing Down the Bones by N. Goldberg)

I want to write because...

1) the 17 year old still in me, is still trying so fucking hard to impress her.

2) Bukowski made personal truth seem more important than fitting in.

3) I'm sad.

4) I want to use poetry as bait, to land and fall in love with a girl whose mother and father loved her, and raised her to not be broken, maybe she'll let me in on the secret.

5) I never got tattoos in the 90 like a fucken idiot, and I wanna be interesting. 

6) I want to join the Velvet Underground, are they still a thing.

7)  I'm not the worst at it, or at least that's what it says on the box.

8) I forget what Eight was for.

9) I got a couple poems published, it was a treat to see the book in a Barnes and Noble, and when I die I will live on in those poems, and in those books like a ghost. I wanna fill it up with many ghosts to haunt that bitch, like the Haunted Mansion ride.

10) I can only really connect with you in art, I secretly  don't like you.

Pirates of the Not Caring After Being There

{workin draft)

I’m on my way

You drew me a map and on it an x -

It

Marked the spot. 

You buried me deep down-

Like a

Pirate. 

Saving booty for 

The shipwreck sailors 

Holding limes for scurvy 

(expand scurrvy to coded std on then a fuked up you cant give what yo dont have motif)

Peg legs to jam into square holes

And parrots who don’t feel like talking.

I know the map by heart

And I got a ship too

I follow the stars 

I follow the tabloids  

I follow you on the Gram

I know where I’m going 

i know what im doing

My face  tattoos suggest as much

Where I’m going 

Is where you’ve been

Returning to the the scene of the 

I would offer my condolence to men 

who worshiip the 

ground you walk on

But I've no love

for Landlbbbers?

and we set sail 

at high tide 

her 

chest 

has no old 

her 

chest is empty 

empty chest

still beats without a

heart

Singing

Yo hoo Yo hoo hoo 

Shots fired

saying

"The  cannon balls on this guy" 

leaving you on your knee

or fetal postion 

crying 

Arrrrrrrrrrr

skulll and bone 

brain and fuck

numb and funny

skull and bone

skull numb and bone funny

Atoms

We close our eyes-

It is cold ,

but we are looking for a moment 

where the absence of light and color 

reveals the world outside-

 

not the one

that only exists 

inside our minds. 

We are in a chilly darkness

where everything disappears 

Invisible

atoms of air 

enter you,

you exhale -

I breathe in 

atoms 

of air 

In the invisible world the atoms

Connect

Share

Exchange

We know that tree is still there-

Right? 

That there’s still a moon-

"Of course it is!"

That  when I open my eyes you’ll still be 

there-

She says "That’s down right Cartesian" 

Cogito ergo sum baby 

Cogito ergo sum