reflections on success

driving, i came to this conclusion:

good writers are honest thinkers.

you've got to ink 

your obsessions, oddities -

underpants.

about the time 

you slipped and shit yourself

on a dusty logging road in 

northern california

or the lover who

ate you out

with chewing gum in his mouth;

and the friend 

who painted your ass yellow 

at a 40th birthday party.

i don't know.

but i used to steal 

panties by the dozen

from jc penny

and i ain't famous yet.

so i'll keep writing to 

see if i get any closer

to the truth.