Deal

they said
they had god
they said
on hold
while
we buy
a few more
television stations

here

do not wait
call now
get it
over
be done
move on
stumble
into the future

Quack

she
would tolerate
my
drug usage

do you
have any

between her
purse
and the truck
a large pharmacy

“house calls”
she
said

Told

In
one of your tears
was
a story
it
hit the ground
got told

 

window

in the sun

in this window

in the cats

eyes

 

another

terror filled

heart warming

adventure

 

another day

 

Mission Statement

I hope you find

your fucking way.that is

it.find your way.use

poems.they do not care.

they will help.oh yeah.

and do not ever forget.

your only job ends.

the rest is kindness and

sorrow.

Cupcake

if i knew
how
to sleep
i
would.if
i knew how to
read i
would.if
i knew
how
to fuck
i would
be
some kind
of
inspiration.a real
cup
cake,

Where I Live

everyone is drunk
they
knock on
my
door in
the middle of
the
night
i do not answer
i
pretend i
live somewhere
else somewhere
far away
next door to you

Me and You

blue
green
red
black
pink
mauve
orange
turquoise
teal
purple
cobalt
kelly
gray
and finally
yellow

Waste

waiting for death or
ice cream.waiting for
that little reminder of
such immaculate hope.how
we believe.how we honestly
move forward.
if someone told me that.if someone told me that they made money off
agony,they
did.and are looking forward to it
again.why i
understand.waiting.for a happy ending.
what a waste of life and time and dignity.a
fucking waste.

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