Milo
Ought Implies Can And I Cannot
Getting away from being pretty much away from it allI'm reading Anis Mojgani poems in the bathroom stallSomeone can see my anklesPenob for the sadness, pangs broI keep thinking of internet lovers trousersFelt good like snow days when the driveway is plowed firstLet's promise each other Jefferson City Square DealsAnd when friends come over we'll only cook fair trade mealsUnbutton the front of your shirt like Bob FossilI'm staring in the mirror for too long like Bob RocksaltExcept Bob Rocksalt is a linguistic constructThe linguine's all fucked and it's my fault this timeDavid Lipsky can't write like thisWhen he bundles up his fingers it's a bright white fistAnd he gets NPR reviews that say he just might existI'm jealous, subset of envyStaring at his food while my plate has plentyIf I was a necromancer I would bring back Foster WallaceIf I was a necromancer I would bring back my friend RobertIf I was a necromancer I would bring back SchopenhauerIf I was a necromancer I wouldn't be a fucking cowardI feel like Darius Rucker in a post-op worldMade myself an egg sandwich on the bread with the swirlWhen I played basketball I couldn't never make a free throwSongtexteMy step-sister cries out "Oh Bendito"And I feel naked underneath this peacoatThey said I blew it and my forehead vein became prominent like Daniel Day LewisThere will be blood and my veins are full of mudAnd I'm counting down the days till the floodDon't think I've seen her in a dayIn the litany of ways I feel like Ian MackayeIndeed, I make a so-so loverRegardless, I'm still the prince of cocoa butter
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