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"Bag" and "Gordon": This Fuckin' Guy Gets a Little Fucking Metaphysical in the Morning and Bumps Into an Old Friend in the Evening.

Bag
As I rode in this morning,
On a fucking Citibike, of course--what the fuck else?
I saw this on a fucking tote bag that a woman was carrying:
NOW IS BETTER
(I think that's what it said -
Her fucking arm was obscuring part of the fucking bag).

Now,
There can be some wisdom in motherfucking tote bags
Like the one with that John Waters quote:
"If you go home with somebody,
And they don't have books,
Don't fuck them."
That's pretty fucking wise.

And maybe this fucking tote bag
I saw this morning
Has some fucking wisdom to impart
But at first fucking blush, I was like
Yes--for me, now is better.
But it sure isn't fucking better for everybody.
And if I had seen that shit a couple of fucking weeks ago,
Or even, say, Monday fucking morning,
I would have been like,
How the fuck is now better?
Now fucking sucks.

And how about those motherfuckers with Ebola?
Or even all those motherfuckers
Who are fucking worried about catching Ebola
Because the motherfucking newscasters are
Scaring the motherfucking shit out of them?
I don't think now is better for those motherfuckers.

But maybe it's like: experiencing the motherfucking now
Is better than projecting forward
Into a future full of motherfucking fear,
Or playing the motherfucking past over and over
In your motherfucking mind
Until your motherfucking head fucking explodes.
Being in the now would be better than that shit,
For fucking sure.

So,
Now is fucking better,
For me, for fucking sure,
And maybe in some fucking ways,
For everyfuckingbody.
I don't fucking know.
10/24/2014

Gordon
Fuck me,
I ran into Gordon like a fucking hour ago
It was fucking awesome.
I love that motherfucker.
He was with his new managers
One of whom knew King Missile,
Had even fucking seen King Missile,
A bunch of fucking times back in the day,
So that was a nice fucking ego boost.

Gordon got the answer to this crazy fucking question right:
"What quote of mine, that you fucking quoted back to me,
That I hadn't even fucking remembered that I fucking said to you,
Did I recently quote back to someone else?"
The fucking answer:
"I never saw a film I didn't like."
Which is maybe not completely fucking true anymore,
But still.

I sat with Gordon, and Tom and Peter,
For like a motherfucking half a fucking hour,
I told them about my beautiful fucking conversation
With Susannah from Monday
(And, if you clicked on the link
In the last fucking poem,
Then don't fucking bother clicking on it again--
It's the same fucking link. Just fucking saying).

And I talked about about motherfucking participatory budgeting,
Which is fucking ridiculous, that I was talking about it,
Because I only just fucking found out about that shit myself
Fucking yesterday.

And we fucking commiserated,
Gordon and I did,
About that thing where you do shows
But you don't fucking tell anybody,
And then afterwards, you're like
"That was a good fucking show;
I wish I had fucking told people."

And then, just as I was fucking leaving,
I fucking remembered to tell him about
My motherfucking show on Sunday.

Anyway, I barely let those motherfuckers
Get a fucking word in edgewise
I fucking apologized, but still.

This is what fucking happens
When I fucking have caffeine in the afternoon.
But, what the fuck can you do?
I could shut the fuck up, I fucking suppose.
Seriously. I wish I would shut the fuck up sometimes.
I'm really fucking embarrassed.
10/24/2014

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