pep talk

i'm only writing this post

because i can't talk to anyone right now ...

it's partially because it's just, like,
late on a monday nite, and it's
partially because

alla the things i wanna say --

alla the things i SHOULD say --

i already didn't say
when i talked to the person
i shoulda said those things to

that i didn't.

i THINK
i conveyed them nonetheless;

or at least,
that person seemed to enable me to think
that i could perceive
that she was receiving
those things i would be saying

were this a different world,
and would either of us
be saying things

we would never really say.

you know what?
fuck this computer.
it's fucking with my typing,
and destroying my poetry.

so i quit. and fuck you.
if i can't be eloquent
about idiocy,

well, then,
i guess i'll be dead, then