————————————————————————————————————gently
i’m watching a
spider weave a
web in the
corner of my
room
pretty impressed
with the size of
it
but does that say
more about the
spider or my
apathy
these are things
one thinks about
when you’re trying
to not think about
gently placing
a gun in your
mouth and seeking
a better tomorrow
————————————————————————————————————the middle of the day
i often find myself
in the middle of the
day thinking about
you smothering my
face with your big
black ass
i’m just not sure the
best way to go to
make this fantasy
a reality
should i send you an
email that says, hey,
when you can find
some time away
from your family,
can you come over
and sit on my face
is this an occasion
that calls for roses
and a box of
chocolates
is it a situation i
propose over a
dinner i’m paying
for
i know
drinks
alcohol makes
anything possible
i better bring the
credit cards
————————————————————————————————————disposable joy
a bleary eyed insanity
on a muggy night
the famous are dropping
like flies and i am happy
happy for their misery
happy for the dismay
and chaos left behind
disposable joy disguised
as a legacy
somehow the myths
became truths and
accepted as common
knowledge
there is a price for perfection
pay it at those fading
pearly gates
do not pass go
do not count the falling stars
do not make me wallow in
your endless streams of
bullshit any longer than the
next commercial break
