digging through the
trash, chicago, late
90’s

i was 23 and sure i
was going to be great
one day

fast forward a few
decades and a couple
lifetimes have passed
me by

greatness is as
subjective as it
needs to be for
the sake of the
ego

i’ve never had anyone
offer me a blowjob
because of a poem

a voice in my head
snickers

picks up a pen and
thinks he’s got what
it takes