what is it what is it
a poem
is it a
poem
it's
poem
written on a cold jet
I assume
the jet is cold it's

warm in my seat but this jet
a cold steel bullet

(are bullets
warm? they are
probably warm
because
friction)

in the air
shotgun
shell
i

usedta be
into science

coulda done that
instead of
this

Paul Erdos
by me, Chase G

Calculate;
some numbers, pure, exact
hover between the Holocaust
and cool tables of Harvard rooms,
table tennis players,
grad students,
their spouses.

Celibate saint of published papers
and silk shirts,
what do we do

what do we do
when the world
spills over
our equations?

Wrote a song, it's called "Bragging Song ( Read more... )

here are the lyrics to my new song ( Read more... )

if i give up all my addictions ( Read more... )

I am so sick of people who don't give a shit
Give a shit, people

I talked about bullying today with my therapist. I am very tired. In therapy we talked about a certain type of bullying where you are the butt of a joke of insincere friendship. So that you’re afraid all the time of being laughed at and being lied to, and simultaneously. Not taken seriously. I’m very tired I must just be tired I’m just tired, right ( Read more... )

I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know

 I wrote a lai.

Cigarette
by me, Chase G

Nicotine teases
Fixes and squeezes
Tense/loose.
Addict appeases
Between the wheezes
Breath/noose.

Am I addicted
As is depicted
Smoke/fix?
Or, more afflicted,
Craving, constricted
Those ticks?

Is the transmission
To my cognition
Hot shit?
Is repetition
Pattern, conviction
More it?
First inhibition
Then sweet submission:
Match lit
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Today I felt a little down, so I dressed all in black and wore a leather jacket. I blasted punk music and queer music and punk queer music and stomped around my apartment. I was a badass all day. It felt pretty great. But now I feel kind of bad like before. So I don't know ( Read more... )