I don’t like coffee in the morning

there’s always something

to write about

doesn’t mean it’s good

usually it’s bad

real bad

but still,

write

about

it.

like the girl you

touched

that wasn’t yours.

blowing smoke rings

while taking a shit

and puking

and texting

the girl in

ferocious white

ont the dance floor

you met last night.

and stealing from writers

long

dead

but the won’t mind

they won’t.

dancing eyes with

your

friend’s sister

during breakfast

while the ugliest woman

rules

the

world.

 

the beautiful

turns ugly

when she leaves you

and gets pregnant

3 months later.

 

do what Li Po did.

sit and stare at the grass blades

drinking wine under the sky

with a seductive 15 yeard old

whose eyes are unforgettable

but you don’t remember it

the next day

so you write about it.

and Joyce had a fart fetish.

and Mozart licked assholes.

 

and it’s good when four women

love

you

and you throw them away

and it’s the worst

when

you

love

one

and she’s someone elses

but you don’t really love her

anyway.

 

the horses in inner Mongolia

they

forget

about you

the

bullies

in school

they too forget.

your family

wishes

they

could forget about you

or

is it

the other way around?

 

so just keep talking

to the toilet bowl

to the tooth brush

to the pillows

and the sheets that needs to be

cleaned

but you don’t

cause you like her smell from

yesterday

and if you really want to know

what you’re made of

kiss the woman that isn’t yours

spill your guts to her

and then there’ll always be

something to write about.
By,

Aidyl, KL.

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