Clouds
dripping orange
say to me,
You're no good.
Clouds
dripping gray
say to me,
You're no good.
Moon,
sunset, cliffs,
tree branches:
you're no good.
Rain.
The universe
spits on me.
Buildings,
asphalt corners,
people on streets.
You're no good.
Newspaper,
radio, TV,
You're no good.
No
good: empty wallet.
No good: dented car.
No good: unkempt hair.
No good: shirt threadbare.
No
good: itchy butthole.
No good: noodle pecker.
No
good: no warm,
wet penis hole.
Can't
find any good
in the bushes.
Can't find any good
under the buses.
The
encompassing story:
You're no good.
Stumbly words
out stumbly mouth.
Mostly
the feeling in body:
You're no good.
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