Sparkle,
could you feel
the pain when I inhale
The chance for death
is increasingly real
I'm an empty bale
of pale stale ale,
to be drunk on a sunday
when the sun skunks the rest
of the drinks--
dizzying Sparkle,
The bars on Arlington
made me think,
I wish I could be
one of those smiling faces
that you see when you're driving,
or alone in your car,
when the rolling clouds rear in,
crashing down,
tumblers and rainfall,
matching umbrellas and overcoats
or skirts and shaws;
Shimmering Sparkle,
I pissed on a building
in the middle of Times Square
at 2 am and didn't care,
listed the names of every offender
in grafiti;
Someone sneezed behind me, "Achoo"
and I didn't care enough to say bless you,
like I held power not to.

Dear hopelessness,
I saw a name in the paper
and wrote them a letter
they've been dead since Halloween
and its the 8th of November
It doesn't mean much
but a much meant bunch of bullshit
things that I thought
I heard in scratched Smith's records

Heartless Sparkle,
I watched a documentary
about an aircraft
that exploded upon take off,
and thought of my own birth.
How could someone so young,
feel so dull,
and decide to give up.