Good for nothing half-
ass style poetry with meatball soup.
Please.
I am good for nothing. I really meant to say I
don’t want to be a student anymore. I am your stud
ent. Blah. I am nothing nobody’s meat
ball.
The day is a beautiful shut up
he’s opening the window. I am good for
bread and taxi. Three men under sun gesticulating broadly.
One-up tax day. Laundry and dishes done.
Fireman
round the corner. Purple bow. I been there.
Ice cube next to Rendero’s Trucking Services
blocking the sun. Let’s get up and leave. A protest.
Protests never work. Haha.
Last night I dreamt
I was kidnapped and shot three times
once by myself
when one of the kidnappers threw me a gun.
He said I was burgeoning. HUMMINGBIRDS.
