All of the pencils in the drawer are broken
Friday Night I'm sick of being alone
Hopping off the curb in search of the killer
Sniffing out the house parties
They like the bass loud and it swells
******* us inside past ten parked cars
They freestyle about
Gun fire and blood on concrete
He said I didn't believe him
Cracked out beyond repair
He shows me the scythe and hammer tattoo on his left breast
I laugh with the proletariat
Cheers and some soul passes me the bottle
Cigarette smoke contained by plaster walls
I'm eight days sober
Don't tread on me
Says a ***** blond next to me on the couch
All strung out she is searching
Searching for a bent spoon and needle in the tall grass
Back yard a bonfire
Walking barefoot on broken
Heineken bottles strewn in the shadows
Popping molly and sweating
She called me a hick
Her dopamine receptors
Rubbed flat by heavy grade sandpaper
I called her nothing
I was too busy watching
The rats scurry against the wall
To their safe warm nest
In the insulation
A hand around my wrist
Milk white incubus
With breath like puked whiskey
I escaped through a hole in the couch
I fell between the cracked leather cushions
And slept with the rats in piles of pink
Fiberglass insulation scratching at the flesh
I slip outside through the cracked window
A woman stands at a console
Turning dials that cause the streetlights to dim
And bleed storefront windows fractals of neon
She asks me what else I would like to know about the world.
Someone tells me to get in and the door shuts
A sound like gunfire I perspire sweat with cough
Syrup scent peaking on the dark road to Okeechobee
I should **** myself or run barefoot again through your head
Where the forest floor is warm and the trees are alive always with birdsong

Alone in the world.
I hatch out marks in corn fields.
Play in natural history museums.
Fly jets around the twin towers.
Fill pools with rubber ***** and turtles.
Bathe in Lake Okeechobee and swim in the acid rain ponds.
Ride the wild African elephants, and paint the rhinos red, white, and blue.
I recite Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” on the white house greens while painting its walls black.
Drop radioactive bombs onto cites to turn them back to the ice age.
Keep the untamed moss of trees and turn them into little people.
I cage birds to sing to me at night.
I create a bucket list of other people’s accomplishments.
I star glaze at skyscrapers.
I develop new mental disorders and find a cure for cancer.
I steal all the phone chargers.
Alone I do these things from the comfort of my home.