Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Thursday, February 14, 2008

Misfits Among Misfits, Artfag Extraordinare

in a basement on v-day
tasting heart candies that
taste like chalk-vodka-styrofoampeanuts-hardened-into-one substance
i jumped the frieght and landed on my face;

entrance was fine,
the cool air-to-open-mouth
so exquisite
but that's not a fucking metaphor
that fucking happened.
a 15-year-old crossed ARTFAG over
my shit cuz it was over his shit
i wanted to say
I CANT EVEN READ THAT
SHIT MOTHERFUCKER, YOU
CANT READ SOMEONES TAG, ITS
FAIR GAME.
but he had the courtesy to actually call
me yesterday,
said he meant no harm.
i believed him. i said what i just typed
without the obscenities.
we have an uneasy truce. so it is. UNITY.
i wanted to point out i was not a fag
i like fucking women.
and i clearly have no real interest in art
since i use a spray can
or at least to go fuck hiself, but I am
too nice. too nice.
i sit alone
in a basement on this supposed day
of celebration celebrated by almost nobody
wondering what the nicest way
to break up with my girlfriend is.
because i'm too nice. too nice.
and if she sees this we're fucking done.
and i'll feel like the single largest breathing
bastard on the planet earth but i'll probably
only be one of very many.
and we'll both
feel like artfags. misfits among misfits.
falling off the train. her falling
me jumping both landing facefirst
on an uneven mound of rocks.

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