Why is it that Everyone is so Romantic about Autumn, and the Changing of the Seasons? I just Don’t understand; I don’t get the Reasons. Like, Who cares that The leaves don’t Stay green? We Shouldn’t gawk As they fall to Disease. I just Think we should Let them die in Peace, and not WriteContinue reading “Autumn”
Whenever I see an old picture, Of some old dude who is now dead, I wonder if he enjoyed his life, And I wonder about what he did. Did he do all that he wanted? And did he live a happy life? Or was this picture the only picture In which he ever really smiled?Continue reading “Pictures”
Sunshine, warm like embers, And wind, tickling my neck; Blues and greens and yellows, They dance and they coalesce. It feels like eternity. And then I stop and wonder, “How long have I been tripping?”
There was a Funeral reception At the restaurant Where I work. The people wore black, And they ate And they drank And they laughed. I thought it Was weird at first, But when I really Thought about it, It kind of made Me happy.
There’s no ass Like the ass that I see at the mall; No tits like it either. Girls, with their shirts Down to here And their skirts Up to there, So that their tits spill Out over their bras And their asses fall Out under the cloth, All to impress I-don’t-know-who. Yes, I love theContinue reading “Mall Creep”
There was an ugly little couch with a flowery-print sitting on the side of the road earlier. I saw it on my way to the grocery store. It was so ugly and sad, with its flowery print worn away from all of the sweaty backs that had rubbed against it, and with its cushions depressed downContinue reading “Couch”
It’s really too bad That no matter What you do, There will always be Someone, Somewhere, Pointing and laughing At you.
I think some Writers just Use these big Words to Dissimulate The fact that They are not Really saying Anything at all.
I woke up with a hickey on my neck. A big, ugly, purple one. Right there, on fucking display, between my Adam’s apple and the underside of my jaw. I woke up with a hickey on my neck, but I didn’t wake up next to anyone. Just me, with the sheets thrown every which wayContinue reading “Hickey”
That’s all that it said, On the blank page Of the notebook That I keep next to My bed: “Routine Lunch.” That’s all that it said, On the paper I use To write down the Drunk thoughts that I have. “Routine Lunch.” I say in my head, Over and Over and Over again. “Routine Lunch.”Continue reading “Routine Lunch”