untitled (the birth of our lord is neigh)

slowly swirling pieces of garbage spinning
in the gutter
night in the city

night in the winter
never ends

yesterday's white snow
tonight's brown disgusting nastiness

my life does not look like this

it looks like this

the red-faced man haunts my dreams










sometimes the kid likes to get serious ok? don't hold it against me
you could love me or hate me, i swear it won't make me or break me