Smells like dirt
And tastes like shit.
Plastic,
With the illusion of substance.
Falsified connections,
A pill crushed,
Bumped up,
A make-believe superhero emerges.
Crashing into each other,
Egos collide,
Consciousness connects,
Layering over the events that transpire.
Fools,
Pretentious and beautiful,
Fold into themselves at 2am.
Alone.
Go home, the uncluttered path.
Find yourself by mistake,
And let whatever may
Consume you
for the sake of having
Something you can
Finally fall inside of.
Corpse Paint Waiting Room
Running around
Rampant with scissors
Tearing into moments of adrenaline-fueled
Frustrations like ribbons on baboons
( Gibbons would have rhymed)
Tasting poorly,
Testing extremely…
Awkwardly…
Wanting to touch third base without
Hesitation,
First dates don’t require tact when
The fact remains
that this moment has been sponsored by
Spirits, and maintained / sustained by substances
Otherwise deemed to be a federal offense.
Tempted?
Taking on the night, two fight for dominance,
Mammals become animals,
Beasts release base instincts while succumbing to the
Scandalous inebriates procured this evening.
One wants while the other grows weary.
Is this night ever going to end?
Cracker Barrel
Sheets of rain,
But the captain demands rum.
Something needs to be done about this weather.
The visibility’s for shit, and we’re
Growing restless from the voyage.
Two months became two years,
And we conquered nothing but our sense of
Comfort.
Cast aside,
tossed asunder.
We left with plans to pillage and plunder;
Blundered,
Fell face first into the shit of circumstances,
And now before us a storm of
Sorts that will certainly lead us to our doom.
I pray for blindness upon this deck.
Litmus Test
I wanted to test her sense of humor,
So I asked her what’s the first thing you’d
Do with a dead body?
She said, “ Make sure my sister was dead, then
Grab the $20 bucks she still owes me.”
I married her three days later.
Down On the Coroner
Today I’m a little dizzy.
A little distressed.
I’ve been rubbing my forehead for the past few minutes,
trying to make sense of everything around me.
Taking a mental inventory of what just occurred in front of me.
I was merely attempting to cross the street,
then sirens passed.
Not the sirens of a police car or an ambulance,
But the Sirens of forgotten mythological times.
There were three, riding along on bicycles racing
through rush hour traffic.
I leaned over to ask the elderly man next to me
if he just witnessed the same thing as I.
He turned to me and said,
“ Yeah, and I’m Icarus. Why do you think I have this
fucking walker?”
Re-Examining Priorities
She walked into the bedroom,
dressed like Emma Frost,
The White Queen from the X-Men comics.
She called me her, “ Wolverine”, and demanded I make love to her.
“ No,” I screamed back at her,
Half-asleep in our bed.
“ We’d ruin the continuity of their relationship!”
Dis-Taste Test
Only for the truly horrible,
For the truly miserable,
I consider this an open-ended
Valentine’s Day card for those that
Leave their bitter-sweet love stories unfinished…
Ahem.
Dear Sucker,
Let it go. Let it go, now. If you were a dog, I’d slap you with a newspaper.
And it’d be a newspaper full of crap journalists,
Like, “ Star” or, “ USA TODAY.”
You know, the paper written for idiots?
I swear, I found more depth in those, “ Weekly Readers”
We’d get in elementary school.
Stop grasping at straws. Find a hobby.
For God’s Sakes, for once don’t drink your breakfast!
Eat a goddamned bagel, at least!
Or a banana!
What I’m saying to you is,
This is an intervention for your
Spirit.
Get up, go out there, live a little!
Live for yourself!
The worries and wonders of someone who
Has discarded your heart should be thrown away,
Along the wayside with the wilted flowers you considered
Giving them, but got choked up and cried about instead.
Seize the day, take on the night!
Eat, Drink, Breathe, Fuck, be a goddamned animal!
And please don’t post their nude pictures online.
That’s just tacky.
