A random poem in a Jackson Pollock Spirit
Frances Oliver
I’ve got exactly 8 minutes to get there I’m
feeling something something under my toe like
it was being electrocuted They know everything
about you He’s not answering his email I heard
he’d moved away how is that possible were you
worried he might have died STOP PANICKING that’s
all you ever do I didn’t really know him it
was like two different people talking MY GOD
MY GOD Hi you all right I think I’ve got a
parasite or something I’m not a liar that kid
would bitch up anyone he can I tried and tried
but couldn’t get through on the video I understand
he’s been booked in They all say you should go to
America go to America and get yourself relations It’s
like 1923 it couldn’t be better Why don’t they
just make you sign it right away why do they cut
you off I’ll be there in 10 minutes huh I don’t
know who that is I never looked up the name What
baby are you talking about the one I didn’t have
because of you I appreciate them but they don’t
really take me out of my shell I remade the bed and
there beside me was my fucking tea I can do the bus
stop I can find the bus station I can get the
bus It’s your sale why don’t you just ask for
the money I’m not on that line goodbye love you
see you at 4
