2016 is the year I get a better job and get comfortable with being alone all over again. 2016 is the year I get my balls checked out for this weird lump. 2016 is the year we all might die from  Donald Trump becoming president. 2016 is the year baby.

Let’s remember this year as one big internal struggle externalized in the world’s blind faith in a hair plugged asshole named Donald Drumpf and just the generally bad light people shed on one another. As much as I can’t stand most people’s opinions who are for the g.o.p. I sincerely feel sorry for them for being so fucking desperate for any sliver of hollow hope that as much as one man may promise, in the end can’t singlehandedly instill in a country that is so down in the dumps in every way.

In my dream

Housesitting for someone

By the beach

All the sun pours in

Potted plants under a lamp

Staying alive in winter

The lights go down

On dogwalkers

Me

And acid surfers

Tore a page for someone

Down by the sea

Dark moon

Tide wash my feet

And floods my brain