Poems for the zooted and the zonked

scum become goat

I sit here now

scrolling down through old entries 

I have phased in and out of misery throughout my time

it truly brings out the worst aspects, perhaps necessarily to remind one that those aspects do in fact exist

they lie just out of focus, clouded behind fluff

but it is only in moments, pockets of normality

that i can truly see my seething woes projected hap-hazardly onto the innocent world

and see myself for what I really am

in moments of desperate justification, I am the scum, I can be the scum

but in moments of triumph

i am amongst the greatest men to ever do it

the goats if you will

and if you wont

then there's not a whole lot else i can do for you.