minus the shimmer

there are homosexuals
in this world and
there are heterosexuals
in this world and
there is still tinsel
on my window. it is
gold, shimmering, and
slightly out of date
just like my car, well
maybe minus the gold
and minus the shimmer.

student special

you're
so good
you're
so great
you're
the best
sandwhich
I've ever
had

self portrait

dumb hair
crooked nose
big glasses
fuzzy toes

straight teeth
pink lips
white skin
boney hips

hairy arms
hairy chest
brown spot
on the left

kind of skinny
kind of tall
medium penis
medium balls

a sweater soft

if I could
I'd quit
this big picture
that you've kept
in such a
tiny
frame.
the little
bit of light
that I feel
is inside this
flashlight
anyway.
it's okay
I heard
that all
of this was
just
a hoax
and that
you're calling
all the
troops back
no more war
anymore in
my chest

example #214

woke up
on Christmas day

first thoughts

my feet are ugly
there is toothpaste
on the mirror

now I can see
how hideous
I am

example #213

I still think you are pretty
it makes me nauseous
when I see a picture of you
I want to ride my bike
really fast into traffic
puke

cowboy boots

barred from the saloon,
I reach in my pocket but
couldn't find my gun, it
was only my bereavements

and odd notes to myself.
one said that "people are
precipitation. every snow
flakes different but every
rain drops the same to me."

six words of advice

get high and play the piano

at least once a week

if I make it to 70

now in my old age

my hair not in knots

light seems more

like a friend than

an enemy

a

mezzotint-spoon handled-Escher inspired-kooyanasquatsiesque-individualistic-distorted-quarter toned-30 teeth per inch-vintage-unrecognized-out of date-so so-middle aged-overpriced-Christian-engaged-deflowered-traditional-underachieved-thunderous-ceraunographic wave

just hit me.

amidst this tranquility

all I can think is

swim for shore.

beer jokes

Miller Lite ; The worst beer known to man.

Can be seen being drunk almost exclusively by rednecks.

"Hey Cletus, pass me a miller lite before I have sex with my sister."

5 things I could use

a car

a house

a ride

a drink

a pizza (preferably sicilian)

a break

a job

a diploma

some sort of foresight into

whether or not my eyes

will ever see success or

community or anything

worth waking up for

the fact is to matter

it's cold outside.

people forget me

like a Bible verse.

and now I miss

this world a lot

more than it

misses me.

donfe

when you're not around

I drink wine at ten am and

instead of calling your work

watch porn & professional

wrestling on the internet

and then write poems.

that's what I do when

you're not around.

what makes Mother happy

good wine

better food

traffic reports

a clean kitchen

and safe children.

my life as a loom

there are two sides to me.

one is red and one is blue (no political affiliation).

one reads Kafka and one chops wood

with my father on the weekend.

one drinks overly priced beer with

good friends and the other guzzles

cheap whiskey in his room alone.

they both like wrestling

and they both love pretty girls.

only one forgets his mother

but I'm unsure which.

I don't know if they'll ever meet,

maybe at the hand of their makers

where they'll argue whether to

sail or dog paddle home.

boring ending frontier

its scary to think how many friends I'll lose

in the next sixty years and how I pray just

so one day I can find them, trashed, smiling,

face up in the middle of the most perfect of

filthy city streets.

its frightening to wonder if these arms will

ever support shoulders that display a mind

of its own because everything I learn you

can probably catch wind of on the internet

in the next twenty years.

was I a burned out light bulb

or just a fluorescent failure

from the beginning?

these things I'll ask, or rather just

think about on my death bed

which will probably be next to a

bus somewhere in Indiana in front

of a crowd of twenty or thirty people

who never met me, never read me,

never saw deeper than the holes

inside my head.

no more frustration on these lips

spelled the word

"anemone" right

today and felt like

a genius for a few

minutes

saw my brother

making love to

exhaust fumes

and asked if he

was thirsty

later this week

I make decisions

that shape the

next few months

I better get used

to this triangle

ugly

awkward

pointy and

green