gifted horse

i will never drop that cross,

the one everyone is talking about it.

it's the talk of the town.

news is getting around,

just like i am- popular in the sheets.

FUCK? yes, please and thanks.

not so much only the one-on-one type,

or that guy you'd let your parents meet.

i question every and any authority-

just because someone said, "you can't do that

by the book!", anarchist cook.

so here i am:

coming for institution-

just not the ones i like.

tear everything down with a farce,

unsolicited script of frivolous trolling

since the goose sees fit,

disregard the gander.

nothing really matters when it all does

but that's been a tomb to me-

i'd count that gifted horse's teeth.

just so you know.

unteacheable langauge of time

written into my faces with every drop of light.

impassable circling rationalities.

wondering

are you wondering

am i wondering

are you wondering

am i wondering anything?