clam chowder

the point

of this existence

is to realize there

is no point

and keep going

until blunt

*

i have worked

out a way to get

through this thing

and it is to work

out a way to get through

*

i drink and

i drunk and

i drip i onto i

with laughter solidified

and lunch’s soup

that i drunk

trying not to spill

onto my good clothes

that i’ll wear out

tonight to extenuate

i while drinking

eyefuls and if lucky

handfuls

of you