torn out ripped up pulled apart
pried open crapped in
it's beautiful how the people
grow up like weeds
brainless mindless
some weeds are prettier or
more useful than others,
I'm probably one of the uglier
less useful dandelions.
I can't lead the battle charge let
some other starry eyed poet with
his face on the college paper
and dozens of limp boring
verses dazzle the illiterate
and academic alike.
id rather feed the cats or water
the plants drink beer and
hassle my neighbors
or lay in a parkinglot letting
the hot pavement cook my skin
or sit in my room amongst
perfect still aloneness.
for the last week I've been having
this recurring dream of a beautiful
woman ******* me in the *** with
a strap-on screaming about what
a piece of useless trash I am
blowing in the wind and how I
should **** myself.
she's completely naked except for
6in heels and bright red lipstick.
I can't begin to tell you how incredibly
hard I am when I wake up.
then I drink coffee on the porch
smoking
and stare at the world with
a tempered disinterest
thinking about the pros and
cons of skipping breakfast