"best of" poem of the day 01.29.14

state of the union

you must wonder

who in the hell do i think

i am

laying here on the bed

shirtless

content

long, thin prick erect

a man who can

just turn

on a dime.

you tell me i’m crazy,

baby

and when i stop brooding

and come to my

senses

you say you were

only joking.

but it’s all right

if you weren’t.

it’s the times.

they’re making us

all go mad.

here, let me get you

a beer

and we’ll try to find

the sun

because my eyes

are getting bad

from the cheap red wine

and gallon scotch

and i’ve learned to

clockwatch at odd hours

because sleep has

become such blasphemy.

the usual shit

just ain’t doing it for me

anymore,

and the new stuff costs

twice as much and is less fun.

let’s get a little nuts, shall we?

because i can tell

the health is failing

along with the economy

and the goodwill of the country.

who knows how much time

will be left

before the beer is gone, too.

so, dear, let’s take this

standing prick

this aluminum can

and let’s ride them to the horizon

before i go nuts again

and we both end up

spoon feeding each other

cheap corn syrup

straight from the assembly line

the assembly line

still reeking of our flesh

the oil

and the blood.

                                    03.17.08