the road was closed
and there was an accident.
a bad ****** accident.
where blood was hanging on their faces.

Sadly I didn’t feel anything
someone’s family was dead
and I was listening to the radio, bored, ******.
thinking about how this
accident happened.,
and the road closed.

but we got through an hour later.
life returned to normal

I was mad,
I grabbed her door and shook it hard.
I was ******.
Cherie came rushing at me,
screaming
"GET OUT.”
ohh I’ll be out soon darling.
I got to my room, still ******,
and then the bad sorrowful feelings came.

I felt sick and I felt bad,
I couldn’t call her.
never call a woman when she is out of her place,
leave them be.
the next day you will hear from them.

but this was mostly my fault
I didn’t know what to do.
I always think-I  know the answer,
but really I know nothing.

I was trying to write 200 poems in one day.
I hadn’t slept and I felt like I was
going insane.
what to write,
there is everything to write about,
and this poem will do now, and I
don’t even know why I was
trying to write 200 poems.
Nobody has heard of me,
and these won’t get me a pay check.
a big pay check to survive alone
and live.
I couldn’t stop
and I was asking myself?

what the hell was the point?
don’t give up though.
"don’t try" like the old bull said.
what to do.
what to do.

the casino taunts me and
I always want to go,
well most days…
I like to gamble but
the gambling takes time.
learn to win.
learn to lose.
I could never win big,
who knows in the future what may hold me.
but I am ready,
the winnings will come;
big winnings hopefully will come soon,
sooner than I hope.
I hate money but always want it.
money taunts me, and I spend it
on poison.
good poison that makes me feel good.

Now today the people
are afraid to grow old.

I fear my mother still seems to act like a 20 yr old.

she is 40.
doomed for sure I am some day.

love yourself
love yourself
love yourself.

and don’t be afraid of that light sometimes.
trust me it doesn’t ****.

Goodbye.
Goodnight.

My pinky was bleeding furiously and soon the bus came

to pick me up.

the bus was crowded, I fell at the seat right in front of me,

deciding to sit beside a cute blonde rich girl talking to her friends.

The finger blood had dried, so I asked the Blonde.

"Hey, you got a bandage or anything? I’m bleeding to death."

"what?"

"Said, you got a band-aid, anything, my finger is trying to **** me."

"no, haha, sorry."

As I turned my head, some old snail was giving me some stare.

I gave her my own stare as well.

The bus smelled like raw cheese.

Cheese that wasn’t made for human consumption.