All Day I Dream About Salami.

All Day I Dream About Salami.





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scummygoldenboy:

Wanted to repost. Love this photo so much. Thanks Jordan.

scummygoldenboy:

Wanted to repost. Love this photo so much. Thanks Jordan.


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A poem

The safe places

Are the ones

Where nothing ever comes back from.

Whether Northern Europe,

A palliative care unit,

Or stuffed in a sock

Under an adolescent mattress,

You’re never going to see again

What you swear was there last week.


I gave it everything I could

Every word, every action, every feeling, every look and every noise. Every cut and every tear, every scratch and every line. Every scrabbling, clawing, dragging struggle through the brambles and barbed wire. Every time I ate too much, slept too late, drank until I threw up, smoked cigarettes off the ground, got beaten up and rolled for less than a dollar. Every time I nearly got arrested. Every time I got arrested. Everything nobody listened to. Everything everybody listened to when I didn’t want them to hear. Every birthday I never celebrated, every Christmas that ended in violence. Every bottle, every pill, every spliff, every cap, every sniff, every ounce, every gram and every underweight poundbag. Every freeway bridge, knife, razor blade, aerosol can, trolley bar, concealed rock and clenched fist.

But it was

  1. Not enough
  2. Too much

We shall all be healed.
Seeya.


I used to drink, too.

I used to drink, too.