maybe, you shouldn't eat candy

ah shit
there it is
again
that sour pit

like running
out of gas
with hell-beasts
at your heals

so pop another
sweet and savor
the thin candy
shell

it won't last

so pop another
get a sugar second and
smile for the fuck
face fakers who
love to see
your pucker face.

sexy legs

i was in the
backyard,
reclined,
showing off
my sexy legs.

the sun
forced
my eyes closed
so i couldn’t
read.

sweat trickled,
pooled in my
button, and
tickled my sides.

i was in the
backyard,
reclined,
thinking of her
sexy legs.

now, i’m in the
basement.
sticky.
stinky.
cold.
dark.
half the room
burned
out of my
vision,
a purring cat
laying on my
butt.

thinking about
sun burn,
heat stroke,
sexy legs.

unbalanced breakfast

corn
flaky man
in his waffle
house, toasts
golden, smacks
his butter
creamed wife,
finds no cheerios
in this gritty life,
“my juice
is warm, and
your eggs
are hard”
downs another can
of spermicide and
goes to work.

she got faith

she got
bendy eyes
she got
elastic thoughts
she got
binge bottle blues
she not
waking up

she not
straight gone
she not
wholly here
she not
angel armed
she got
broke ass up

she got
random’s world
she got
maybe’s plot
she got
faith
she
bolt the lock
she
wind the clock
she
draw the blinds
even though
she know
sun not
coming up

seconds

how did we get
here?
you asked.
i raised the
textbook
i was
reading.
you read the title aloud,
“biology”
and released an unsatiated,
“oh.”

far too many moments
passed.
sensing a need for closure and
having lost my place,
i asked,
“or by we, did you mean
us?”

but it didn’t
matter. By that time,
you were
someone else, and
i was
no longer
myself.

fucking ants

a pixilated rust
cloud, concrete crack
congregation, confined,
swarming shapely,
madly,
inside invisible
barriers.

a single point
deviates,
crawling zig-
zag chaotic.
a raindrop.
skin
sloughed off.
a crumb.
the mulberry
stain
under the foot
of a dude
always looking
up.

who's that noisy?

shouting
louder than everybody
shouting
louder when there is nobody
shouting

not so much
noisy
as just
there

who’s that
noisy?

talking over
the best or
worst conversations
talking over
sex
talking over
movies
talking over
books and
music and
fun

who
is that goddamned
noisy?