Thursday, January 08, 2009

I'm writing the next perfection
the one all the hipster kids know
and show to each other
just give me twenty perc. tens
and a bottle of something
and this will be legendary
a bedroom made of carbon monoxide
a really shitty will
some broken glass and a bloodstained bathroom
and we'll see who's underground
they won't say, "I saw it coming."
they won't even say, "I knew him well."
they'll say, "What the fuck"
and, "Was there anything left in the bottle?"
My documentary would be twenty some-odd writers
promoting their projects and themselves
and, "oh yeah...yeah he was great."
'Way before his time'
Before his time?!
keep reading that statement
that shit can be my legacy

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