I started reading Henry Miller
because Ed Kowalcyzk told me to;
Pen and ink jeans
Threadbare discontent
I wore my nihilism
On my sleeve: clear, concise
Evolution to Palahniuk’s words
Coughing on the page
Greedy prose; callouts I could see
When I closed my eyes
Learning curve;
Balanced the grit of the vocalist
And the grind of guitar
On metal –
Breathe