when brother roberto drank
all that listerine
it slid like hemlock down
the throat of socrates
and jesus christ sips
gall from a sponge
she’s eating berries off of bushes
she ain’t ever heard of
i know this is low art
whatever whatever
i’m a postmodernist
i guess i guess i
i found i worship best
talking late with my friends
walking out in the night
i know you closest then
and yea i saw my dad
crying at the show
i know he knows what i know
i saw some friends get married
it made me think a lot
what if their dreams are burried
o what o what about this revolution
sure i’m all for that so
get married have some children
that’s where it’s at
when brother roberto drank
all that listerine
it slid like hemlock down
the throat of socrates
and ryan almost died
of cancer as a child
these fragments i have shored
against my ruined corpse
it sorta blows my mind
to think that when i die
i’ll really be with god
now what is up with that