"I had hit rock bottom," he said, "and I knew it.
Had to check myself into rehab immediatly.
Woke up in a crack house, OK?
Sunday morning 6 or 7 o'clock. Got
this poor black girl sucking my cock."
The memory alone causes him to shudder.
"Like come on people! I'm GAY!"
24 April 2009
Real Pity
the slug cried itself
to an unsightly death
just melted away to nothing
on river of his own salty tears.
to an unsightly death
just melted away to nothing
on river of his own salty tears.
23 April 2009
fucking baby got me
I pulled glass duty at work
hadda stock the glassware
hadda steam the stemware
and somewhere in there...
the bar, the arching windows,
the patio, the lusty spring air
young mother in sundress knows
I can smell her cunt.
But then that fucking baby got me.
I broke a glass at work
shards into the ice bin
shards into my thumb.
hadda dig out the glass
and tie off my thumb
and separate blood and glass and ice
all the while my eyeballs shrink-wrapped about that fucking baby.
hadda stock the glassware
hadda steam the stemware
and somewhere in there...
the bar, the arching windows,
the patio, the lusty spring air
young mother in sundress knows
I can smell her cunt.
But then that fucking baby got me.
I broke a glass at work
shards into the ice bin
shards into my thumb.
hadda dig out the glass
and tie off my thumb
and separate blood and glass and ice
all the while my eyeballs shrink-wrapped about that fucking baby.
18 April 2009
Designated Driver
White lights approacing
red lights going gone
in the rearview reflected
in the raindrops racing
up the windshield in reverse
scattered showers shiver the night,
the streetlights turn to starfish in fog.
The dashing young driver arrives
squinting at a blurred center line.
Cheers to our capable, coke-smoking chauffeur.
Business card reads:
Discrete High-End Transport Specialist
Taxi meter reads:
Undercover Stunt-Driving Shit Shuttle
Operating under a professional license here folks,
Got a certificate in the glove box to prove it.
red lights going gone
in the rearview reflected
in the raindrops racing
up the windshield in reverse
scattered showers shiver the night,
the streetlights turn to starfish in fog.
The dashing young driver arrives
squinting at a blurred center line.
Cheers to our capable, coke-smoking chauffeur.
Business card reads:
Discrete High-End Transport Specialist
Taxi meter reads:
Undercover Stunt-Driving Shit Shuttle
Operating under a professional license here folks,
Got a certificate in the glove box to prove it.
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