Where I stayed the winter of 2013-2014

It’s warm in my room, 

my single room in the quadriplex, 

cold when I step out. 

My car’s outside, 

frosted over, 

all over. 

I'm responsible and

I want to do it well, 

perfectly well. 

Well I can’t always. 

My room’s a mess, 

my car’s a mess, 

clothes are everywhere, 

books are everywhere,

my eggs are scrambled, 

the girlfriend is somewhere, 

everyone is fried, 

that’s all I know. 

I like my disheveled materials
because they’re there 

and I’m not wondering where they went, 

except for the baseboards

but it’s all right
because then I know 

what’s in my walls 

and there aren't many bugs 

so I can 

kill them all and 

sweep them away 

when I get around to it. 

I've had sex in my bed 

at least twice, 

so there’s that, too.

And my heater makes sure
I don't die during the night.