write a line
cross it out
nothing i say
is ever good enough
anyway
my stomach is turning
bloody gray
full of rust
riddled with cliche
and gay as fuck
dirt in my room
vacuumed to death
until the curtains
get sucked
until night’s only left
night is only left for me to piss off
riddled with envy
and gay as fuck
dreaming impossible girls
who spit and cuss
on car windshields
pulling out guns
and firing famous cemetery headstones
in gingham dresses
and
with busted lips
the leaves go red
orange and brown
a tree gets chainsawed
tree falls down
falls on the fence
of the hose that I bought
for us
my life is a comedy
i am a hack
and this is just nothing
and
gay as fuck
sarcastically
with
a Southern accent
in the back of my mind
Auden’s complete works
held up
to God
as light
of course
still,
gay as fuck
as if to say
so
what.
-ryan adams