————————————————————————————————————gently

 

i’m watching a

spider weave a

web in the

corner of my

room

 

pretty impressed

with the size of

it

 

but does that say

more about the

spider or my

apathy

 

these are things

one thinks about

when you’re trying

to not think about

gently placing

a gun in your

mouth and seeking

a better tomorrow

————————————————————————————————————the middle of the day

 

i often find myself

in the middle of the

day thinking about

you smothering my

face with your big

black ass

 

i’m just not sure the

best way to go to

make this fantasy

a reality

 

should i send you an

email that says, hey,

when you can find

some time away

from your family,

can you come over

and sit on my face

 

is this an occasion

that calls for roses

and a box of

chocolates

 

is it a situation i

propose over a

dinner i’m paying

for

 

i know

 

drinks

 

alcohol makes

anything possible

 

i better bring the

credit cards

 

————————————————————————————————————disposable joy

 

a bleary eyed insanity

on a muggy night

 

the famous are dropping

like flies and i am happy

 

happy for their misery

 

happy for the dismay

and chaos left behind

 

disposable joy disguised

as a legacy

 

somehow the myths

became truths and

accepted as common

knowledge

 

there is a price for perfection

 

pay it at those fading

pearly gates

 

do not pass go

 

do not count the falling stars

 

do not make me wallow in

your endless streams of

bullshit any longer than the

next commercial break

 

 

Comments
  1. I really enjoyed “the middle of the day.” Thanks for sharing!

Post A Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s