an end that isn't shitty

“if you’re not pooping, then
i’m not eating,”
said the man to
his ass.


they had been
quarreling
a lot
lately


but,
his ass said
nothing, not even a
fart


staring at the
dull beige geometries
repeating tiles of the floor
life ends straining,
heart broken, whishing
this shit was more.

in heaven

they wear halter tops in
heaven and
everybody lays around
god lets you
do whatever you do
there’s nothing right
there’s nothing wrong
you don’t die if
a ripper rips you
so everybody gets along
god makes you
tapioca pudding for breakfast
and then he fucks you
with his arm.

dopefiend

mama got a little
dopefiend
he don’t do nothing
he just
dopefiend
they say his uncle
was a
dopefiend
when he grow up he’ll
be a
dopefiend
mama got
a little

passing the time

feed the meter
get a little
more time, tumblers
and gears they wind.

trapped on this point
a cog spinning
round like clockwork
and everything
is so ever

fucking good at
passing the time…

holyness reflected

said one angel to
another, “you’re standing
in my spot.”


“but this place is wide
open, and we’re the
only ones here.”
caught up in the newest trend of
friendship, the other
stupidly reasoned with
a jealous mirror that
was better at
throwing rocks than
him. 

grandpa don't know

you got to
keep going, says grandpa,
time waits for
no man, young man.

but whats the 
point to keep on dying?
when you can
just pause the game.

time at the fair

last night at the carnival
then i dared to seek the
future teller.

“yesterday will be
forever,” cost 20 bucks.

later, disoriented, wandering past
carnies and rides and coke powdered dough

now, for only 5 dollars
when the right duck floats
by, win wet fingers or
presents made from pennies.

this morning was,
tomorrow will show that
today is the same
goddamn affair.