poem: blog update

countdown to Self-Immolation/Explosion, new verge into brief
and lolz – submissions session yet again? I never had a better
friend; I never wept a better end. ship of theseus: mother metaphor
not yet over-run, Default Virgin on the surface of online, on the coral reef
of interwebs. going skinny like skinny-dipping new girl/old sex in New York,
I briefly dreamed living there but it is in Ruins, like everywhere
else, adieu Western gods, imaginary friends. old blog kept up, summer days
not in books or anything so cloying, but work! work! and on she goes, who
can relax in a dirty house. the psychic burden of “women” is simply holding back
entropy, fighting a natural state – our base nature versus base
nature. feeling stagnant musically, lyrically; look at these new to-dos
I am clothed in. trying on a wedding dress in front of my mother,
countdown to this – about one week.