poem of the day 03.11.15

band-aid wrappers

mornings of death

caked toothpaste and cat litter back rubs

toilet rings that elucidate decades of deep thought

bath tub stains of misery

with empty shampoo bottles loitering

a thousand soy sauce packages

and rotten tomatoes

antarctic freezers

full of vodka kamikaze ice cubes

broken blinds to keep the world out

a man could do much much worse, i know

dust ball racetracks

yellow paper hoarding and snot rag piñatas

memories nailed to the wall like crucifixes

and calendars marking off the days

the traces of last month’s meals

make splattered pollock’s on the kitchen floor

coffee grind fortunes

tea bag mountains and beer can havens

cracked floors, drawers that have given up

mounds of clothing strewn from porno daydreams

mingling with loose change and chapstick

an everest of poems unsent and unwanted

broken screens

and cracked window panes

bookshelves of failed genius

thin walls full of fetid breath

and other dull lives

static radio and cigarette smoke

wine bottle chimes

telephone horrors and internet virus ghosts

nights alive like suicide

with bloody feet splintered from decaying wood

and nothing left in the medicine cabinets

but empty boxes

and band-aid wrappers

stuck to the floor.