Creative Venture #23

Having said that, here is another angry poem I wrote on the bus today.

I wish I was stupid. 

I wish I didn't invalidate every one of my feelings before I even had them,

That I didn't believe love was logistical and hate only a tool for the pack.

I wish I didn't see an animal when I looked at you,

I wish I didn't see more of an animal when I look at myself and I wish we were all animals just

Biting and sleeping and fucking.

I wish I had never read a book or heard a song that made me cry, 

I wish I had no eyes and no mind with which to see that which my eyes have

calculated and counted and commissioned 

for purpose.

I wish that flesh did not taste so fresh, nor blood

flow so freely the slut. Slut slut slut.

Blood like lies like slut.

I wish I could use words like never and always and believe them.

It's all logistical and I am so calm.

I wish I could flail and cry out and scream but I only how how to be calm.

It is logistical.