#2

On Discovering the Blood Flowing From My Nose

To my friends, wherever
you are

This New Year's Eve I had
too many beers.
I slipped up and vomited for
the better part of the new decade.
But, I am invincible and here
is why.

The guitar swung, like a clock,
a pendulum, a variety of symbols,
into the bridge of my nose, breaking
nothing. and I am invincible
I say again.

I hope that your New Year's Eve
was fun, functional, enjoyable.
I hope you ended up in the gutter
I gloriously rose from. I know
the toilet's mysterious ways.
I hurl into knowledge. I am
fucking aware, keenly, killing brain cells.
But I do not fear the reaper,
his scythe cannot break me,
my bones.

This is all bravado in a teeny
manifesto. This next ten
I will be human as I can.
Forgive me, forgive me,
I don't know sin.