Monday, July 15, 2013
There ain’t nothing
Pleasant in this
Life—a death industry
Of skullduggering
Simpletons & fat
Cat ass scratchers.
I don’t care if you suppose
That all this scar-faced
Prettiness is good for
Someone. Whoopee!
Someone’s chest is
Getting hairier. Each day
A sunset of painkillers
& at midnight you feel
As if your sleeping cap’s
Been nailed to your head
With lightning. Just
Like you, I’m afraid
To close my eyes—
Surer than shit that
If I’m lucky enough to wake
My limbs will all be gone.
Monday, July 1, 2013