i felt ‘machiavellian’ this morning when i slithered out of bed

i looked through my bedroom window and thought ‘machiavelli’ and i whispered ‘machiavelli’ then swallowed and felt ambivalent i pictured myself dressing and walking in slow motion into public then i saw a seagull in the air and felt sad thinking ‘panama city’ i stood up, pissed, showered, shaved, and rode the train to work later i felt bad for not feeling bad for thinking ‘you clumsy cunt’ when i witnessed a white chick slip hard on a patch of black ice

Adam Moorad is the author of Prayerbook (wftpwm, 2010), I Went To The Desert (Thunderclap Press, 2010), Oikos (nonpress, 2010), and Book of Revelations (Artistically Declined Press, 2011). He lives in Brooklyn. Visit him here: http://adamadamadamadamadam.blogspot.com.