LOU RASMUS

I don’t really remember yesterday,
or anything from the last few weeks.
I just know that my trash can is now
overflowing with beer cans and
there’s cigarette ash on my bedsheets,
and joint roaches littered across the floor,
and there’s cum in almost all of my socks.
So I guess I’ve been masturbating a lot.
But otherwise, I’m not really sure.
It’s all a fucking blur.
And now this keyboard feels awkward
as I beat on it with my fingers,
and I don’t remember how to finish a poem.