for her birthday I bought her
a lawn chair
for my bitthday
she chucked my guitar
out the window.
she bought ad space
on a dating site
proclaiming I'm a cheating
*****,
so I poured hot coffee
on my head and walked into
traffic high on quaaludes.
I woke up strapped to a gurney
with this **** nurse in
a
rubber nixon mask
******* spilling out
of her candy stripe
she was installing this
metal cockroach in the
side of my skull.
my first thought was a little Steve Ignorant in the middle of a conceptual framework for the same time to get the best of all the time to go to a few days I have a lot of
my second thought was 'that's
not proper medical attire'
my third thought was
OH MY GOD I'M NOT SURE IF I CAN BE ONLY ONE MILLION YEARS AGO AND IN THE GREATEST BAND OF ALL THE GREATEST HITS FROM YOUR PRIVILEGE TO WORSHIP WHAT IS SHE DOING TO MY HEAD
but it came out like a stifled
squeak.
then I passed back out for a few. I dreamt
someone bent over me, 69 style,
******* on me
while simultaneously *******
all over my chin neck and chest
it smelled like the jungles
of a dead planet
I couldnt move anything but my head.
and in the corner there was a fat man eating raw chicken and staring