death of a serial number.

first things first:
I am not a number.

okay, maybe I’m a number, but I’m the cool
colored pencil
number

with the stylish pointless slashes and circles drawn through it
by the artistic kid in class.

second thing: 
actually, fuck the second thing.
the second thing was dumb, anyways.

three:
making lists is my way
of pretending there is order
in the aftermath of our mortar shell,
orbitally hellbent,
existence.

lists. numbers again.
damn it.

four:
one time I ate so much peanut butter
I saw doors and doors and doors of
concord brand grape jelly
conjoin
and I endured
the phantasmal sojourn like a
soldier.

no drug trip ever compared.

five:
actually, five is pretty stupid
too.

six:
I’m pretty sure I was going
somewhere with this list,
but I can’t remember anymore.

I’ll be back in a bit,
once my virulent case of
entropy
is cured.

Willie Watt
10/9/14
 

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