9.75 times
Out of 10
Little is without a deeper meaning
When fully unlearned
The clocks hands
Indicate midnight
The chirping of cricket
The screaming child
The unfulfilled promise
The glory of the bullfrog
The futility
Of dreams
An uncut wrist
An unopened bottle
Work upon work
Tax upon tax
Dishonor
Before
Death
LUNGS
DROWNING
In blood
DROWNING
In booze
DROWNING
The pain
DROWNING
The life
DROWNING
Out the living
Honestly though....
What is a life worth lived?
Look around
What is seen?
Blind men
Fucking blind dogs
Blind dicks
PUKING
Bile and sputum
Unto lily white backs
Of children
Who never had a chance
STEEL RODS
Shoved into the pulse
Of
INNOCENCE
Until scared under the bed
To
FLAIL
In tears
And broken knuckles
365 DAYS OF NIGHT
PURPOSE
Is a bad 10 cent knock-knock joke
Told by a club footed
Special needs
Boy
YOU FUCKING REMEMBER HIM?
YOU REMEMBER ANY POOR HAPLESS BASTARD
THAT YOU FUCKED WITH IN HIGH SCHOOL?
Even back then
He knew
What we are only now
Scratching the surface of
SPOONFULS OF HATE
Packed
Into cherry flavored suppositories
For your convenience
Make mine a DOUBLE
And leave the bottle
If I wanted to hear a weak-ass-cunt talk
I would look into the mirror
There he is now
Perpetually hung over eyes
Broken teeth
Same dumbfounded look in his eyes
For 33 fucking years
I hope
And pray
He dies in his sleep
BUT ONLY
After the most
FANTASTIC
Dream
Wakes him up
And he suddenly has
*PURPOSE*
And then...
BAM !!
GIVE IT TO HIM
SHARP
CRISP
UNDILUTED
UNRELENTING
CARDIAC ARREST
NO CHASER
*Ive never hated anyone but myself
BUT
That hate
Is carried on the wings of angels
Grinning sidekicks
In steel toed boots
KICKING me smartly in the ribs
Whenever I think
About feeling
Anything but depression
The misadventures of indiscriminate pill popping and huckleberry hallucinations
Veering off the road
While scratching at mosquito bites that dont exist
HEADLONG
INTO
NO
WAY
OUT
By way of neatly packaged
DEATH
TRIPS
Tied with red ribbons
Of disappointment
I have never met a person
That I didnt let down
Its become a sport
And Im a motherfucking MVP
It keeps on giving
And giving
And giving
And going
And going
And
Going
Like the constant chatter
Of too many people
Having too little
To say
Or myself
Having so much to say
But then
Suddenly
Stopping.
