irony is the new trans fat

swim admitted that he was powerless

that his life had become unmanageable

swim scratched the back of his neck

and found dirt under his nails

swim sat next to a cup of something strong

with his mug in his hands

with his emotions in a sleeveless shirt

in his first unplugged moments

swim sat for a long spell

alternating reevaluating and coming apart

praying to something

that listed isn't on dictionary.com

is there weather out the window?
do you know what’s in it?
where are my marlboros?

swim scarfed pamphlets

and told himself the same reminder

that he had been reminded to tell

swim swam in cliche circles

swim is snide and acidic

idiotic and addicted

a paradox and a pathetic fallacy

that shops for haterade at costco