Abortion Clinic

The ceiling came down

at 3 am again, and I don’t have the time

to do the kinds of drugs I want to,

and I don’t have you to go home to

to talk to fuck to sleep

because I’m already home and you’re in yours,

It’s smaller now than it was before, mine,

and the animals no longer recognize me.

The smell is different everyday inside

and they shit on the floor

I told my boss I’d come in early

but I hate it there too -- get going

to get away, and end where I left anyway.

So fuck it. This is for you ghost reader:

time to jerk off

and hit the hay.

Once during day and now alone in morning

on the deck

i watch the clouds

and try to understand them

they are low

and moving quickly above the trees

I see branches

snaking the grey sky

in the clouds before dawn

like synapses

or arms of galaxies

the clouds roil,

their texture gives and takes

moving east

I see an eye and face

as in childhood

when we all looked

for shapes in the clouds

Life is Good

To turn a tap
and receive
water from a faucet,

what pleasure
cold water
is on skin!

Red

It's a lounging bar

Full of maroon lunette booths.

Polyester button-downs

Slide on faux leather

As everyone drinks their cocktails.

Dingy, passe yet somehow hip,

The air is full of discussion

About John Waters and Johnny Unitas

And bleary, ember bulb light.

Do you remember Baltimore?

The historic district's knowledge

So near the dangers of the ghetto

And you hanging from a low branch

In that cerise dress.

A Night Out

The wind rushes across the field

Covered in matted hay.

It needles your ears

With a low, cold whisper

And takes with it

The flesh from your bones.

Trudging lead-footed

Up to the barbed wire fence,

You stop and look

To the steely blue orb

Showering white light

Into the harsh winter's air.

You reach out to grip

The top black cord

With dry, purple knuckles.

The piercing of your palm

Warms your numb fist.

Lifting the wire and

Sending your cramped legs

Through to more to more hard, dead earth,

Your socks are drenched in sweat

And black by now

From mud and lacerations.

The air appears before you

In intervals as

Warm, wet pockets dissipating.

You wonder starkly:

"...where the fuck are my shoes.."

welcome back

‘s hot glue on my tecate bottle.
a mountain like the one Aguirre came down.
an eagle has a T in the middle
...cause, it's cerveza.

the hot glue isn't hot anymore.
it ribbons like a woman’s hair.
spirals, clump, then stuck,
stuck where neck meets stump.

Place my bets on drink at midnight
cause day is not enough.
Place my bets on drink at midnight.
can't do what i want.

the one hundred thousand dollar pyramid

look at me i lost all the weight

e diet changed my life

free online membership

free, what are you waiting for?

you have a 50/50 chance of walking out of here a millionaire

from television city in holyywood this is the 100,000 dollar pyramid

oh good audience, thank you

we really need someone to go to the pyramid, it's been a long time

i teach achievement for the SATs, well good

shes a singer, not only bright and attractive but a run for your money,

thanks nipsy, somebody's gonna win today, i can feel it

alright we're gonna take horseplay, things associated with a jockey

good choice nipsy, you'll be receiving first this round