I always
when I think
again
I have to love something
I can be a nihilist or whatever
And still have fun can’t I
I don’t know anybodyIn the military
In the insurgency
In cartoons
Any victims
Any winners
I smoke 8 cigarettes a day
Never drink on Sundays
And still have some fun can’t I
One must have a mind of winter
To pay attention in poetry class
And one must have been cold a long time
Not to think of any misery in dissecting
Poems that aren't dead yet