But you feel the loop. The pain. The pain is
Back. Afford insurance. The pain is back.
Angry mother. The pain is back. Holding.
The pain is back. Here. To create texture.
You can no longer better the bet
But its indigestion. But you feel so.
Advance and rise up. Hands apart. Saying,
I’m going to change the symbolism.
In the story. In the marijuana.
In the San Francisco sex on the beach.
Beaumont lives in the student’s poetry.
Melancholy as a fake dick standing.
Melancholy dick above a hundred.
Melancholy. Melancholy as fuck.