Fuck. this.

warrior my ass
raped out of sleep
by the pains
scrambling for ultram
(and beer)
at three a.m.
shitting; puking; aching
running at both ends
like a misburnt candle
blown out
and busted

fuck you and
fuck this

i'd rather be
the damsel in distress
legs spread whore
wailing woe-is-me
while masturbating
to morrissey

take my sword
take my pills
take my armour
take my fucking
bi-monthly
vampire appointments
take
my
battle

just make it stop

i long to return
to the days of my
beatnickery
care-free poet
with a sailor's mouth
dancing like the world
was my own
Studio 54
riding the rails
and screaming at
the make-believe
instead of this
trumped up
it-will-get-better
bullshit