Jeet Kun Do



Never had a bloody nose: you

never did. The world's a big

playground, yours, huh?

No difference in the poe moe



you fuckin hoe moe. Boy: see?

Who else would call you that?

Your Dad might not. I see:

Each now. Paralyzed. Join



the club. Walk on. Digital

itch. For fucking sure,

fella. Call me Bud. They

know me everywhere. I got



new form and no one gives a fuck.

So: form. Fuck bitterness.

Unfettered

mind. Hah. This isn't the poem I meant



to write, but it is. Sieved through

winter hands, not so broken. Anymore

Ask any stranger.

Tight, my page, I'll show you sometime:





for you,

yours, erstwhile sins,



mine:









Admit.





I say it to me,



I say it to





you.





You think I'm joking, and always







have