tax return dreamin while my new coworker talks about how he used to deliver tampons, condoms, soda, and plan b

i don't want love.
i don't want a brain.
i don't want a job.
i don't want bodily fluids.

i talk too much about blood and death.
and when the world is spinning
nothing makes sense.

jumping fences with
the ghosts of my friends.
vomiting in storm drains
with a desire to rent
mortal kombat the movie,
and beetle bug racing
for the n64 from the video store
and order a pizza on a friday night.

now: life is too complicated.
now: i just feel bored.