Tower

i get sick
of writing
so i draw
little words
it's so sick
some picture
in insane
recent rubbers
i can smell them
like you love
without brash
or blush
i ended up
only drawing a tower
with a tiny foundation
from which the experts all agreed
on one thing
it was uneven
we were jagged
and secret
what's the fool that takes you home?
and who am i to call him one too?
concrete web in a spider's midnight crib,
he crawls pretty close
enough to draw attention
so i can crawl
along      the page     and mimic     the fuck
out of him


like, where are the cables?
where are ..... the fucking parody at?
I miss being drunk
almost as much as i miss being fucked