I think I'm gonna take a bottle of laxatives and see what happens..

While I'm on the John, read this, by one of my favorite poets, Jim Carroll

OUR DESIRES

There is a wind that seeks the crevice

under my heart

The way insects file at night

beneath a doorway

It's edges are rough, it slits

the cords. It trips my steady breathing.

When it comes there is none

I can trust.

It seems, at times, I have designed

too well this vision of you.

I cannot survive your eyes

when they are scarred with a need

for some lesser form of love.

I admit to this conceit

and though you will not accept it

You love it nonetheless

It is just like you. Our desires

will always be kept sharp

by a kind of perversity. A need

to be each forever alone...

it's color is violet, like lips

that have been smashed by night

or robbed of blood by lack of breath.

The wind I was speaking of does this.

I can feel it now.

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