there will be more days

i go for days without eating
the only different thing around here is the christmas tree in the
corner
i forget to eat but i don't forget to drink
i fell in love with you again yesterday.

life is a gray basin - empty colorless
last year was different i was still alive, stupid
now i'm dead and i know too much.

every tuesday i look forward to cleaning
the house
there is nothing metaphoric about this about that.

the problem is now there are too many people
we are overpeopled
and this makes everything about
you
the same
someone else smells like you
someone else writes like you
someone else fucks like you
the days
the days
the days
the days.

i am just dying for little accidents
a knick a scrape
a chance to see myself heal and a pleasant way
to measure time
my body making progress.

i remember mowing the lawn was my
least favorite chore
as a teen my hand chained
to the machine.

the phone keeps hiccoughing
i need to cure it.

i don't think enough blood
gets to my thumbs it's all
going to my dick.