War All the Time

I imagine if she’s alive she’s
still cursing about
something

in hell you’re always in love
with nothing to love,
and something hates you
for all the wrong reasons

there is nothing so
boring
as
immortality.

sometimes you are liked for all the wrong
reasons
or hated for all the wrong reasons

world full of successful people’s
sons
on bicycles

it’s always sad it’s
always sad

who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;

need to walk down a sidewalk
somewhere
on a shady afternoon
find a table
outside a cafe
sit down
order a drink
and I want to sit there
with that drink

I tried to adjust spiritually
to most matters.
which meant: not expecting much and not getting much.

some sleep to forget and some travel to forget