q10 wont open again,
so i won't write a poem today.
Blake is moving out, back
to Saranda in 20 days,
to stay at a penthouse,
over viewing the sea.

it took me 4 hours
yesterday to figure something
out in javascript. maybe
i won't make it, but
the struggle continues.

my new lover wants
to phone talk everynight
for longer than an hour,
i was drifting yestereve
on xanax and need
to be alone
with myself

not anyone
can get that,
especially
if you have
put your
dick into
them.