People

people are like gum stuck to

the bottom of

a public park bench,

disgusting to touch,

but secretly fascinating.

about as fascinating as

dog shit

on a public sidewalk;

some asshole left his mark.

like gum stuck to

the bottom of

a public park bench.

people are hidden in daylight,

unknown.

unknowingly,

assholes

have a skewed perception of their

own importance,

and that's when I like to think of that gum, and

that dog shit. people sometimes leave

behind their mark,

and nobody notices

until they vomit

from the contact. I

smile at the people walking by.

Same Old Poison

I have no use for women today,

but yesterday was a downright

heavy affair.

long legs and blue eyes;

so blue I fancied for a moment that I must be a

drowning victim having some kind of

pre-death delusion.

she was real

and so was her husband,

that raving mad lunatic

with a shotgun in my rearview mirror

as I drove off into some romance novel;

fucked up

lit, wasted--gone;

I have no use for women today,

but let's be honest and truthful

because tomorrow is another blue-eyed day.

Moving On

her lips tasted cheap and sour

used

like some broken down professional athlete

after his last come back knee surgery

and her career will go on

because assholes like me never did mind

a bum knee

and the only color to her complexion was

the red and white mixture of a cheap thrill

and some shitty makeup from whatever

thrift store she happened to steal it from

but who was I trying to fool?

eggs never need a sell by date

with dates like these and nobody gets hurt

in the morning

besides,

they don't make lockers for her game anyway

and I didn't plan to stick around long enough

to need the storage space