Really? Open happiness? Fuck you, Coke.
Day: February 11, 2010
that, and the postage costs were unbearable
i wrote you a series of letters
that i never sent to you.
i recently burned them
and it felt good.
well, i rolled ‘em into joints
and smoked them.
which is probably why
it felt so good.
zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance
i drive fairly safe,
though i still constantly fear
that my brakes will fail
kindness haiku redux
old lady insists
for me to remain seated
my stop passes by
i totally dig you
whatever you want
to call that spade
is irrelevant.
you are still
digging your grave
with it.
sans apologie
you are still
uncomfortable.
and i am still
unapologetic.
like, way better
i could have
said it better
myself.
(but i never did.)