beat off,

run out,


left like

dirty clothes

to the floor–

my head

still sticks out

from some



i wake up

to headaches

or hard-ons

and rarely

pick sides


the day will have me

according to its distance

from the sun.

the power-hungry

will remain crooked.

the species will overlook


and war will maintain

a reach

farther than governments,

deeper than cultures,

larger than gods,

inseparable as

bees to flowers.


life rages on,

but i win

this battle

just by


in bed.


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