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Bring me a drink.
I need to think a little.
Paper. Pen.
And I could use the stink
of a good cigar–even
though the sun’s out.
The grackles in the trees.
The grackles inside my heart.
Broken feathers and stiff wings.

I could jump.
But I don’t.
You could kill me.
But you won’t.

The grackles
calling to each other.
The long hours.
The long hours.
The long hours.

ohhhhh my god this sucks

starting to worry every other poem in this Might Suck Actually

I know the middle section is supposed to be purgatory but JESUS CHRIST

“Kaddish” is a very long poem that ends with the line, “Lord Lord Lord caw caw caw Lord Lord Lord caw caw caw Lord,” and it is maybe one of the most beautiful and harrowing things I have ever read in my life

oh he’s like GAY gay

calling it here—everyone needs to read “rat bohemia” ASAP

Every fag I’ve ever loved has had extermination hanging around his neck. How can that make for an equal opportunity at fate? Thank God pure mutuality is not my prerequisite for relationships. If it was, I wouldn’t be able to talk to anybody except one or two dykes sitting on park benches watching the rats.

starting to get a little bored of “the well of loneliness….”