The Greatest Apocalypse Could Happen to You
Ask not what your country can’t do for you
Maybe I could love you with unwashed hands
Everyone eats soup / “It’s looking like a limb torn off”
Wear underpants like the kid in Home Alone
I’m licking her armpit in the nightmare factory
Hello darkness my old twitter follower
How did they survive my head bound to the stifling Earth
Polish vodka a monster of time & pity
We need a French Revolution
It’s 00/00/00 on 00/00/00
Circle how you feel about reading
And understanding poetry / I saw
Kurt Cobain trending I hope he’s OK
Covet thy neighbor’s ass out the window
It’s even more beautiful than I remembered
The TV a metaphor for Vermeer’s painting
The policeman sitting on top of the world
He will cut off the chariot lit only by a
St. Jude candle if you play our song
Feelings of isolation / mood swings
Resentment of people around you
Prone to irrational outbursts
I’ve apparently had cabin fever since I was 12
As you Timothée Chalamet Saoirse Ronan can play me
In maybe the last poem I will ever write
“No one is ever going to love you more than I do”
Jim Behrle is a poet.