f u l l   o f   s h i t

by sean patrick murphy

Destination screaming
over this echoing arid plain
I filled my cup to the brim
with your odor
and set out to find
the last gleaming
of my own soul
and it tumbled
in my glass
crumpled on the rocks
lying distended and broken
against the backdrop
of a southwestern landscape
I have never seen
I am so full of shit
you will never ever be able to believe a thing I say

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June 25, 1992