sometimes i make these and
i’m surprised that
a certain amount of
emotion comes out
that might seem
like bullshit but
sometimes these are not that emotional and
i don’t know how i feel and
i make them and i feel something
and i guess that’s why i do them
if any
fucking fuck
ever
talked to any of the women in my life
like that, that piece of shit creep,
i would punch him the fucking nose
and i am not a nose punching
kind of guy.
it is long past time,
for decent people,
especially men,
to stand the fuck up.
I don’t always have to like these
i don’t know if i like this one
right now
it’s cool that i accidentally did that fancy thing that fancy music majors do when they use weird rhythms
and yes i’m proud that i didn’t do it on purpose
per se
but i don’t know what this feeling is here:
a waiting
an unresolved
an unknown
somewhere always winding
and no resolution
unresolved
unresolved mystery
i don’t have to like these
or even do a good job
or love them
or do them at all