PRESCRIPTION FOR THE BLUES

I’m there with you
Drunk at Veselka 
Eating cold borscht
Watching Philip Glass 
get sick in his skullcap
From eating chicken pot pie

I’m there with you
Drunk in the morning
Looking up symptoms 
Of sociopaths
& finding similar behavior
In myself & in you

I’m there with you
Drunk while my best friend
Is jerking me off 
I convince him to blow me 
With coke dick
Longing to cum
Then obsessing about AIDS

I’m there with you
Drunk with the spins
Sitting on the toilet
Looking in the mirror
On Micheltorena
Apologizing to my younger self
About wasting my good looks

I’ve got the unmedicated blues
I’ve got the hyperbolic blues
I’ve got the homosapien blues
I’ve got a prescription for the blues

I’m there with you
Drunk when you told me
He raped you
& I reacted by saying,
“I know him.
He didn’t seem like a rapist”

I’m there with you
Drunk at a funeral
Making it about me
Not thinking of your feelings
You had to console me
She was yr mother

I’m there with you
Drunk with Swiss privilege
Not knowing the language
Exhausted from doing nothing 
In Europe all summer

I’m there with you
Drunk thinking the world 
Definitely doesn’t revolve around me
But simultaneously revolves around me
& somehow this is God’s punishment
For years of being a fool

I’ve got the narcissistic blues
I’ve got the spiritually vacant blues
I’ve got the under-appreciated genius blues
I’ve got the prescription for the blues