I am the swollen belly of a snake,
Filled up with 150 different flavours of ice cream, 100% fat, 100% diabetes. Give me more.
I am the swollen belly of a snake,
All night drive-thrus, the Golden Arches of heart disease.
Give me more.
I am the swollen belly of a snake,
Super sized, double order of fries, any kind, anytime.
Give me more.
I am the swollen belly of a snake,
Gobbling up commercials selling the same **** a million different ways.
Give me more.
I am the swollen belly of a snake,
absorbing political excrement like a big fat chocolate candy bar.
Give me more.
I am the swollen belly of a snake,
Gobbling up fear and propaganda, I slurp up lies, and wash it all down with a big ******* to a blatant reality staring me square in the face. I assume ignorance and deny responsibility. Give me more.
I am the swollen belly of a snake, bursting, spewing ***** over cities, because we knew deep down  it couldn't last.
They filled me up so full I vomited violently until there was nothing left.
I am the empty belly of a snake and I am hungry.

There's something depressing
about sitting in the drive thru
at McDonalds by yourself,
late at night.
Maybe it's because you're about
to pay for something that
you already know is going
to be gross.
Or because this is what you're
doing on a Friday night.

America

**** your McDonald's drive-thrus

**** your ninety-nine cent ******* hamburger, taco, pizza, salad, milkshake, hotdog, cheese, chicken and ice cream.

**** your ever-penetrating, all-enveloping television stare
-looking into every home and obscenely tucking children into bed with your poisonous, dangerous nonsense

**** your deadly highways and metal death machines

**** your educational system which affords no opportunity and disgraces the intelligent by basing self-worth on imaginary symbols

**** your restriction of information and for appointing one man to represent anybody but himself

******* for breeding such similar beings

**** your twisted hatred of change & for arresting children while cadavers dry-**** the so-called american dream

******* for losing your own soul & destroying us daily

******* for putting faces on beauty and giving such loud voices to hypnotic fantasy

**** your favorite sons and daughters

******* for the wars which can never be won

******* for advertising Jack Daniels on the freeway

******* for a pack of cigarettes - seven dollars and fifty cents

******* for making my **** hard

******* for not looking at the stars every night

******* because I am poisoned by paper

******* for the starvation of spirit & pills handed out to numb the broken minds you've made & the shattered ones you avoid

******* for the homeless prophets

**** your speech decree & for rubbing freedom in the faces of the dying

**** your holy stars & stripes

**** your hushed genocide and & torture

**** your phantom masses and empty religions

******* for providing no wholesome evenings in my rotten town

**** your signposts and support beams

You are but a word

You buy the finest clothing
& know how to pick
the latest,
the greatest fashions.
Your selection of lace *******
is superb,
such sweet lingerie.
The black see-thrus
with the tiny red bows,
is nothing short of sacred.
Delicious.

I come from metallic bunk beds
from American Express debt
and Visa Master Card envelopes

I am from run down two bedroom apartments,
   trying to contain a higher number of people
   than it had walls

small. battered.
it felt like a field

I am from the palo verdé

From the hissing noises from cicadas outside
bronze screen door, they ring all summer long

summer never ends here

I am from large late night texas hold em games on Christmas night

from yelling, insecurities, laughter

from nostalgia

from teenager high school romances

Patrick. Susanne.

I am from divorce and cousins living airplanes away

I am from “don’t jump on that”
                “don’t touch that”
                “don’t run like that”
        from “I don’t feel like going to the hospital today”

I come from that awkward phase when my parents like country music
to when my dad tells me stories when he used to listen to Biggie

"are you okay laddie"

I come from Saturday Sabbath
I still don’t know what grandma believes in
but she believes in me

I come from Germany. My mother sailed oceans avoiding war.
I come from the land. My father witness oceans sailing to him start wars.

from sweet tea to bitter coffee

from the time I pulled out my brothers front teeth in a game of tug of war

from the only pictures hanging in the hallway outside of what used to be my room.
what was my room.

I am from Saturday night drive thrus

cruising south Tucson

creating a place worth coming from
where words drift off page, and family anchors it.

Late Again

I overslept
I knew I would
those **** sleeping pills
take them
and I can't wake up
don't take them
and I can't sleep
even when I sleep
I don't it seems
strange dreams haunt me
problematic design software
who's?
the company?
or my own personal?
overflowing stacks
register 13 overload
with no return address
branch and link
perform thrus varying
X from 1 by 1 or until 0
run run hurry hurry
check the data sets
halt, and catch fire
late again

Gomer LePoet...

I am going to tell you something,
This will hurt you more than you could imagine
You know the pain, very well
the scars in your heart
Is a strong reminder.

He will love someone else.
She will be in love with him.
They will be perfect for each other.
She lights up his eyes more than you did to his.
She fills his days with laughters and joys more splendid that you did.
He's going to place her carefully in a place in his heart,
The place Where you used to be.
He's going to walk with her
Gently, always by her side.
Like he used to do to you.
Her eyes will cry tears of joys,
Giggles in his car,
Drive thrus after watching movies.
Ice creams after heart to heart conversations.

They will make promises to each other
They will build a life together, living harmoniously, side by side
Through sunrises and sunsets.
Walk by the beachsides
Hand in hand.
From eye to eye.
They are made. For each other.

She will be his world.
And she will not be you.
And you will be okay.
I promise.