visions of somewhere, anywhere

to the insipid follower

    be willing to suffer

in the pursuit of an orgasm 

to write ferociously honest

that lead to despotic rampages 

pissed to your eyeballs

    too many fall asleep early 

you wont make it if you can’t take more than a few drinks, 

a few blows, a few cheats

there’s no such thing as an overly sensitive writer

who prefers the vast massage parlor

over the dank room, the fan hiked in the window on a summer night