Drugs
feed on my brain chemistry and make it impossible to ignore the inevitable
You
slid up next to me like a salamander and started to talk shit in Italian
The
ground was broken and never repaired because that’s what happens when children
play with dynamite
It’s
not that I resist change, it’s just change doesn’t come in my size and when I
go to Kohl’s I’m afraid of those sketchy changing rooms
I
watched the cam model for days and not once has she given me a reason to occur
an overdraft fee
Stood
next to the waterfall and imagined it was pissing all over me which made me
want to take a shower or at the very least stop making sense
Poetry
is the cradle of civilization where I both reside and resist the incurable
resistance
I
like to stand steadfast and pretend I’m in a race for both my life and my last
supper death
The
garden of Kalamata olives calls out to me like a Greek chorus of woebegone
philosophers who fervently believed in both Democracy and sodomy
Since
Trump has become President the news is an even bigger letdown as the media
follows him down Alice’s rabbit hole and our congress breaks beneath the
pressure of another Dog Day Afternoon
Drugs
cozied up next to me at the bar thinking meth was my obstacle of choice when in
actuality I’m the only obstacle that I’ve ever let get in my way
Tired
of waiting for dollar bills to fall from the tops of buildings like cartoon
anvils or safes that no one knows the combination to
My
personality is an acquired taste like Drano® Liquid or honey from the most irascible
of extinct honeybees
No
one pays attention any longer to this trail of tears soaking into our
consciousness from all the slaughter swirling around us
We
mistake the blood on our hands for strawberry jam and that’s to our detriment
Mr. Jones
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