"best of" poem of the day 11.29.13

strange

they have bright

and shining faces

unblemished skin

they wear coats and scarves

knit hats and boots

although it is too warm

they don’t sweat

they smile in the sun

and walk manicured dogs

down crowded streets

they don’t wake with madness

blurry confusion

staring into the void

at three o’clock in the morning

they don’t know what that feels like

because they are drinking pear cider

and talking on smart phones

holding hands

these well-adjusted pricks

how effortlessly they stroll through

the city’s farmer’s market

fondling apples and pumpkin pies

talking pleasant nothing

while i am on a partial three day drunk

my left eye twitching

brown spots on my skin

unshaven because of a clogged

bathroom sink

these aliens turn my stomach

so strange with their plastic faces

and plastic souls

with their wallets of good leather

and pints of beer that they sip on

taking pictures of neon street signs

these strange and demented

green-blooded lumps of flesh and bone

waiting on friday night

waiting on thanksgiving and christmas

new year’s eve and valentine’s day

these year-long masochists

so happy

so strange

so dumb

so perfectly blank.                               11.15.10