EGGS AT 5PM

Don’t say as

if you need to

say it with a stopper over the drain,

whistling. I could mention the butter

milk. Then it’s a poem as

I am puncturing the paper of

around my 3,000th straw.

I should carry my own

I think for the 500th time

against a will, someone will

if I’m to believe mine as

I only woke up 3 hrs ago

spiritually, and the wind is

angry. Space is shameful,

empty despite its rustling.

What if today I leave my plate

and chip bag and juice box

on the table. Someone might

clean up after me-like

me disassociated later:

3 ppl liked the flyer with the name

people call me

on Facebook the ego bull.