i’ve done it naked, too

at the end of the bad days

the days you were nice

all day nice nice nice

to all the wrong fucking people

that i find beneath contempt

but i am nice to them

while i grit my teeth to

tooth dust

just fuck me

around 2 or 3am

i get on the bike

used 2ride a motorcycle

but people keep taking

my motorcycle away

4my “own good” whatever

the fuck that is

so now i ride a bicycle

i stash it in the

shed out back where

no one knows it’s my bike

to ride like slickness

at night along

the empty roads

of radiance and tar warm stone

talking to jannadeau

or tristan or just the

dead with their dark flowing

breath past the humid

swamps and the drunks

and the boarding houses

and the madness

of the men with their

tin swords

no lights

2indicate

2anyone

that i am

there