I was once an empty flagon of liquid hope;
Nothing has changed.
I used to want to be an astronaut
But hated to limit myself.
I learned how to write on a sheet of cardboard
On the shag carpeting of a trailer because
I was “not like them.”
And I have always been a shit writer
Pretending like he isn’t.
Though perfectly accustomed to it,
I am by no means afraid of failure.
The probability of intelligent life
In our galaxy is so small,
It probably exists,
Somewhere else.
Hate is a more realistic word for
Love.
There is no membrane,
The atmosphere is thinning
With my hair and I’m only
Twenty fucking five.
I am the Cold War.
By that I mean some part of me
Is truly American
And the rest wants peace.
College makes me dumb,
Or I was never smart.
People are a source of misery
Because they make me so happy.
This is nothing new,
It won’t make the frontpages
Or anything.
At least, it shouldn’t,
Because space
Is for real
Celebrities and life
Is about learning
To pretend.