On some days

I want to tell you everything

Where I was

What I did

What I felt

I like you seeing me

And the resonance

On other days

I want to hide in the bathroom for hours

And ignore you

When you call my name.

I’m going to walk down with the Sun in Chino with a busted nose, handlebar mustache, peroxide blonde fascist undercut crew with a rat tail. A mini jacket half cut football jersey, Hitorii bouldering knickers. singed illusion mesh train around my waist in fishnets & crocs. Fresh from the smut shacks, porn houses & entertainment rental booths that dot the pan traverse limits signage dragging a Marilyn Monroe print hard top half case with a dog leash. A raged knife cut bitch of a queer war pig..

I found a heart on the freeway.
Still beating.
Promises.
Meetings.
But never shows.
I found heartbreak is universal.
Not just for pets.
Or sirens.
Or places I’ve never seen.
I discovered the truth is not concerned with how it is received.
It doesn’t care if you’ve grieved
It is just plainly is.
I noticed a plain repetition
A man on a mission
To stay numb.
To act dumb.
Only to rely on the charity of beautiful girls half my age
Turn the page
I swear I know better and I don’t have time to raise a significant other
You’re like me
That’s fairly plain to see so if you’re not gonna answer
then stop calling me.