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”
It’s coming… I can feel it Coming. It’s in my gut, Churn Churn Churning, And Boil Boil Boiling. I’m going to erupt, Blow my lid, Lose my fucking shit. I can feel it Coming. Any minute… But then I burp, And I kind of Feel better. I guess it was just indigestion, I think.
Deadline, Deadline, They need Something Now… Like right NOW! Deadline, Deadline… Fuck! I think, I got nothing. But deadline, Man. The fucking Deadline! They need Something… Anything! But I still Got nothing. So I grab a beer, And I say, “Fuck the deadline.”
I lost my muse… No desire to write… Disinterested, Distant, Dimly Going through life. Fuck this And that, Fuck it all, Really. At least I can still rhyme.
Left, Right; Right Right Left, I swipe. Dude, Lou, you just gotta put yourself out there. Right, Right – Oh, yikes, I think – And I swipe Left Left Left. Yeah man, you’ll find a girl if you look for one. Left, Left, Right, Right… Back and forth Across that Glowing Glass Screen. But you gottaContinue reading “Dating”
A poem, In less than A hundred And forty characters, Is not much of a fucking poem.
This is it! This is it! This is it! “This is… “shit.” Ok. Just get the Next one. Get the Next one, Get the… “Fuck.” Ok. One more, That’s it. Just one more, That’s… “Damn.” Ok. Last one, Right here…
“What are you “Doing tonight, “Babe?” … I wait for A text Back. … Then! My phone Lights up. She responds. And it says, “Im going to “A club.” … I just look At the Words. … “I’m going to “A club.” … Then! My thumbs Start firing like Tap, Tap, Taptaptap! And I’m reallyContinue reading “The Club”
I need a drink To write; But I hate to write Once I’m drunk, Because Once I’m drunk I just want to drink, Drink, Drink, And not write. Because When I write, I don’t have a free hand to drink… Which is fucked. Maybe I need a straw.
The water is Cold. And I Shiver. And my dick gets Small. And I can’t help but think, “Damn, what an ass,” As a girl with this great ass struts by.