cells I’ve sheltered
cells I’ve fried
cells I’ve spent all day
inside
works
poem: biology, psychology
biology, psychology
both to blame for lonely me
work, get high, then go to sleep
occasionally I’ll cum and eat
then whine about my life of ease
poem: poofin’ up my pompadour
poofin’ up my pompadour
to hit the town, enjoy, explore
a flag of painted panels, proud upon the wall
I wish to look desirable
but why, I ask, but why?
poem: Jesus is God
Jesus is God
shrieks the shredded receipt
too fast a fancy
to read it complete
show me a well-sourced
bibliography
cite all your claims
or you’ll get a C
poem: geese return to politics
geese return to politics
to squonk and clack and spit
favoured Spring relationship
save for all the shit
poem: killer treads that make the trek
killer treads that make the trek
through gutters clogged with masks
pandemic era left behind a
whole new class of trash
Logan Bright — Works 