when i was young,
and the game was operator
i would always be the one
to throw a purple monkey in there somewhere

smoked dope the other night
i really hate that stuff.
makes me question things
people, myself.

and once again i find myself writing
in the stilted, jilted, prose of fragented sentence
after sentence, pace and punctuation dictating the
rhythm as much as the length of the lines themselves

no, no, too late for that. don't go back.
tomorrow is wednesday. haircut is thursday. i wanted it two weeks ago. i want new clothes. i want groceries in my fridge. i want a lot of things i guess.

kiss kiss kiss.

MODERN MODERN MAN
IS A MAN OF MANY MATES
SO WE IMITATE WE DUPLICATE
WE REPLICATE OUR GREATS