poem of the day 04.23.15

alcoholics anonymous blues

knee deep

into my fourth vodka

i think about the man

this afternoon

whom i gave

the alcoholics anonymous

pamphlets to

wonder what he’s doing tonight

to kill the pain

shake the ice cubes in my glass

before killing the dream in one gulp

then rise for a fifth

as beethoven shits out

another masterpiece

on the old static radio.

AND.....something for Shakespeare's birthday.......

american high school tour group

at anne hathaway’s cottage

dude

like

shakespeare

was only

eighteen

when he

like

banged

this twenty-six year old

and then

he

like

left here

for london

or something

and

like

banged all kinds

of chicks

in london

for all

of these

years

and then

like

he

only

became

the most

famous

writer

of all time.

dude

i told you

that

shakespeare

was

fucking cool

or something

huh?

                                                10.13.09