guilt hides behind the couch
in a big pile
of tin cans and
thrown out
papers

things I hide from
and try to hide
others from

days go by
trying not to look
behind the
couch
and see guilt
grinning knowingly
as the color
leaves my
face

but fate cannot smile
and I run away
angry

somehow thinking
that sedentary creature
can come chasing
after me

but no,
he sits and works
without working

his smugness
is the worst part
of it all

that is why I sit,
back turned from that
which I cannot seem
to face

I wait for the moment
when it goes away
and know, fully, that
that moment is waiting
on me

black mildew dreams
fill to the brim with *****
bacteria, killed with toxic
drugs and herbal cleansers,
the days are numbered
as the days sink
onward

the cockroaches of defeat
come crawling out to chew
on the corpse of innocence

standing alone,
given up,
no doctor left to cure
the ailments of our
era

this we live with
this we die with

the world crashes as the
sound goes silent

somewhere an alien race
takes its first steps towards
sentience

(god help them)

eyes darting one way,
try to catch each other
when no one else
is watching,
smiling when it happens,
giggling inside our
heads,
thinking:

*oh yes
this will be
fun

alone:

only steel,
gunpowder,
and
potential

in human hands:

death

float slowly
downward

under the water
air fades
lungs gasp
panic builds in the
mind

remain calm

coil the fear
in muscular energy
find your footing
wait

for the moment

then jet
away

it is good
to be afraid

there is plenty
to be afraid
of in this
world

but please

please

don’t let it *******
you

don’t hide
don’t run
don’t shut
down

simply put:
you must embrace
the fear

you must
and you must
tell others to
as well

and you all,
together,
shall be strong
enough to face the
darkness that
inhabits
this
world

and when the hour
dawns and the battle
comes to fruition

it will be the fearless
that succeed
and the meek
shall be driven
from this
earth

I was on a plane
when suddenly the
“fasten seat-belt” light
came on
and the pilot
came over the intercom
and said,

“I’m sorry folks,
but it seems we’re
going down”

whilst everyone panicked
the man to my right kept
reading

did he not hear?
he’s not old,
he can’t be deaf

how is he not saying his last
prayers or begging or etc.
etc. etc.

so I asked him

and he seemed not to
hear me

so I asked him again

“oh be quiet
for god’s sake”

“I’m trying to
read”

what’s the book?
I asked, shell-
shocked


“who cares?”
he said,
“I’ve got half a
chapter to go and
about half a minute
to finish
this”

and suddenly my situation
seemed all the less grim