in my room is a radio, tv & computer, microwave & minifridge;
the radio is set to AM the tv has no cable & the computer is simply a hopped-up typewriter, an encyclowriter or encycloputer if u will; it's a ******* typewriter w/ a calculator & really, really bad ****, oh & email, big whoop, & surveillance, hello,
my **** is gone & she took
mylastfive; charms my pants off w/o even trying
& the sun is shining &
I have to go see my shrink; have to get cigars; that means I have to walk
I love a god I don't believe in & hate one that I do;
that's not true: I worship goddesses in flesh & blood,
another matter u'd think but no, my shrink is a lady;
my girl is my ***** sunlight at night & all day long,
I don't see her much b/c there isn't much to see;
so I can reduce my life to technology (decidedly lo-fi)
a girl (useless shadow that she is the spark
of my whole flaming existence)
& literature (including art or vice versa;
never really sure how that works;
literature is art & art a thing in itself that literally could be anything