DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TAKE HIM


remind me to hate onions
did your parents block MTV
i am sorry i watched
i watched my friend get his ass whooped
in front of my house
i was scared
i went inside and called Rescue 9-1-1
i screamed at the woman on the phone
MY FRIEND
and i said fuck a lot
i am sawry the Simpsons are on
i am so so sawry
i am watching
let's write a poem called FART JOKES
let's make fart jokes
let's complain about the escalating cost
of the JR. Bacon Cheeseburger
stuff our faces
so we have these huge puffy faces
so fists bounce off causing no harm
and i'm not a fan of guns
or harm
but come on man
the 99 cent JR. Bacon Cheeseburger
was so great
but the world needs to be more expensive
i get it
but it's not beloved
you can't just cram bullshit into a MTN.
you need dynamite
you need trails of dead men
dropping into the earth
because they love you
because they are willing
to tunnel through rock
i'm so so so so sawrry
please forvvvvvvvvvv
i mean i just don't like onions
they're so slimy
like this green ooze that makes
you mutate or makes paul mutate
or makes me mutate or makes
the ladies mutate
like when drinking and driving
was actually fun
like we thought we were having fun
like i am so gravy
i mean how gravy does this make you
i mean the tree poems
are really just skyscrapers
are really just mountain cabins
and you ask me if i am in love with someone
i told kyle once that all i want to do
is be in love
but that's not what i meant
i wrote a poem about that
i write poems about a lot of things
that happen
i don't know what they mean
i don't know what this means
when i want a cigarette
when i want you to look at me
through a window
while i smoke a cigarette
and i think
i am lucky
or i think
i am inside the sun
or i think
how can i stop feeling this way
because i am asked
because i am a gamble
i really like Paul's glasses
the way i thought my brother was cool
when he had glasses
and i faked the eye exam
so i have 15-20 vision
or something
i dunno
i mean i can see
i can see how much these cheeseburgers cost
i can see ghosts
i can see poems in my future
or future's future
the one where
all i wear is my beard
and the sun is my best friend
and i think about every time i breathe
that was a good breath
that was a good breath
that was a good breath
i am so lucky
i am damned
i am hands and neck
am i in love
it's like does honey expire
it's like does the pope do something in the woods
or another TREE POEM
where i can't really tell you
because i don't really know
yes or yes or yes
but it doesn't make sense
it hurts in a good way
sounds stupid
like if you miss a person
like if you forget a person
like if you can only be loved
or lost
or always searching
for shark teeth
for badonkadonk
or treasure
all these things we can put in our pyramids
the long line of dead
the ones who loved you
the end of my mouth meets air
the end of air meets eternal nothing
the weight of us
and you ask me if i am in love
the way the sun shines and the moon beams
smelling waves
surfing a hurricane
wishing the storm would swing down
through the beaches of North Carolina
and trap us on the island
i guess so
i could say
i guess i am
in love
but there are billions of fish
when the waves throw the bodies
on land
just flopping
i don't know any of them
i don't love them
but i will eat anything
to stay alive