DIY or Die

<Note to self  it needs more dirt and coffee rind in the begiinng. find somehitng more god/mom lmaybe priest stranger officer  maybe surprise or off topic> 

I always wanted to

write like my 

Heroes-

I thought what they wrote, 

was true-

Pure.

Free from 

[their mothers] shame

[thier god’s shame

Thier lovrer / note lover sounds weak but you don’t want to imply fuck buddy or frivolity  maybe dark or political like the conservative shame come back to this later ]

But I could never

Die at the end of a 

Bottle-

Or find enough 

women to whisper 

my name in

the dark.

No war I chose 

to die for.

No political party or

Cause I choose 

to lie for. 

I was 

always worried 

what my 

Mother might say.

What Jesus 

May say-

What you will say…

But if I give in to the fear

I will say nothing. 

I will write and still say nothing 

I will live and create nothing-

Fuck it-

If they want to criticize 

or damn me for my words-

 

If They have

something 

to say-

 

Let them write it down  

Share it like an idiot, 

and call it 

Art.