It be catastrophic ink
Hand-held jubilee in Sicily
Heart ripped
Via raw meat grinder
Downtown high school
The high bums making their way
In cascading light and atrophy
Train whistle kid runs
I bus tables at some Italian joint
Dirty head ware
Lomticks of lowly paycheck curse the bank
Stirring spaghetti sauce with hair drenched arms
Spotlight America whore vibrato
Sad jaw crumbles in the rain
Insane dreams beneath black blanket
What does a kiss taste like?
Anymore???
The door, to the bones
All bleached and static
Bare feet and flannel
Smoking fire in moon’s grave
Heart flaming on highway cocaine
The insane
Cabin by the strip mall
Fake forest
Remnants of Earth boiled in greed
God’s basketball court at dusk
Humans’ suffering heart
Heroin dialect, monkeys on fire
Soul ripped Merry-Go-Round
Plastic steeds crushed in
Smashed guts, broken ribs
Starlight all fucked and asunder
Blood on my shoe
Garage warfare
Dig in ebony tattoo bruise
I crave ham steak
I crave real life
I crave a pond and a warm bullet
There’s lemon meth on the couch
To write an opera
In a dingy tri-level Colorado hurt
It’s all hiding and pain
I the trees and high heights
Mossy wet rocks pointing to grave
Where are my wishes?
Where is my Howard Johnson hamburger in sterile light Albuquerque by freeway feign?
The tick, tick, tick of dead traffic and the insane American bitch
I am panel and door and alien light of night
I am loved dash and LA 405 hurry it up
I am the Long Beach Mormon drama crush queen
I am a night of fight
I am the one who wants to disappear into dreams and never wake up
I am the liquor-laced atom blowing up on the café porch
Aspen, Vail, Trinidad, Raton, Denver boom boom king
I am bomb of heart
The dead muscles whacking at breath and blood and tick tock life heart
Waiting for a blonde to lick my blood back to life
Carpet scars on a flight to Dublin
The waitress clown pinched my peanuts
It’s a Las Vegas grass pass prostitute love charm via gratuitous charm and lavender eyes
Money for boner
Boner for drugs
Lawn light cascading across foreign bed sheets
I think I am done
It is lonely in this space
Somewhere in the stars called
It’s time to go home
And just look out the window.
