god, I am tired. and whipped in the head. for a variety of reasons. nonetheless, here are 5 poems i would like to write. if I'm game, they'll be the next 5 I write.



they might come at night out as drunken phone calls, so if you're one of the handful who's apt to look, you might want to look



the best bender i ever tore



keep away from the phone



panic is a train



what I told her



keep ya greasy mouth off me