Over 16,537,254 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
I offer you nothing
save this poverty,
this idleness,
this listless pressing into sticky sheets,
these faint thrusts made
to drive away
the frustrating hours
of broken things
and antique happinesses.
Come shed your skin,
leave your humid darkness on the door frame;
we will watch wasps walk south across
chipped-paint windowsills
on breezeless, unemployed August mornings,
our pulsing necks still strained,
our thirsts unchanged.
