don't believe a thing poets say
i have never heard Beyonce but i have drank enough wine
to know the difference between falling in love and moving to Oakland for no reason.
DON'T BELiEVE A THiNG POETS SAY
how can you trust anybody who spends their time reading wild words about
revolution and weed and prophets and the rent crisis
to probably no one except other readers of
those same but different wild words?
they only believe in fucking and
beans and rice and
killing their landlords
and collecting all the typewriter tape that's left in the world
and probably building some kinda shrine
to onomatopoeia or hip hop or just
burning it all in an act
of liminal defiance.