Here is a poem, more of my drug addled bullshit. Here's the thing. The only way I can justify using destructive drugs to myself is if I work.
So I write. Sometimes I get something good, sometimes lots of good. Most often its mediocre nonsense and fragments that are at best promising.
But if I get high, I write. I don't give any special attention to whatever I'm on. I maintain that I can do what I do in any state of mind.
Anyhow. Here's a poem with weird structure. It's about a girl.
"the queen of heartbreak"
the queen of heartbreak don't mean it
some things are just hard to avoid
while she could fall in love with anyone
only questionable people fall for her
"do i seem arbitrary"?
just i can't handle boredom
i don't like standing still
or popular opinions
or common choices
(2)
I'm not trying to be difficult
i just turned out that way
i grew up confused
then one day voices started talking to me
so i started listening
they don't advise or threaten
mostly they just make me laugh
most guys have a bullshit sense of humor
they think i'm laughing at them
my tits can only do so much
i make men feel small
or i freak them out in other ways
i'm too much for anyone
and i'm suspicious of everyone
(3)
the queen of heartbreak is
a nervous february suffering
through a presumptive spring
she's the whole world trying to happen
before anything is ready
and i'm never ready
if i can't be prepared at all times
why should i be at any time?
the best things in life take you by surprise
true shock is rare
even heartbreak, you see her coming
if i delight in how she dances
i accept the inevitable cost
i do so with knowledge
it might finish me off this time
(4)
i should be quiet
nah, fuck it
smash the fuckin patriarchy
i wish more women were loud
I am a menace
i know when i am going to hurt him
then i promise myself i won't
i can't handle familiarity
i wish i would stay by myself
shared history, quickly, a common language
i remind myself that he could hurt me
but it's hard to see it
before they drop it in
do i need the comfort of emotion & threat?
if i stay at home i will stay high
i will talk to myself and the voices
but if I go out
i will inflict myself