Month: December 2011

the fine line

Compliment:

“You’ve got great skin.”

Creepy:

“You’ve got wonderful flesh.”

waiting on the lash

so many gods and non-gods and demi-gods

stretched with a tumbler to the door

shouting

WHAT!?

and you reckon
if only we could pay them…

I kneel on knees that need replacing
hear the flush lever go
see the prayers circling the drain

and
they
are
gone.

stammering towards something or nothing

there are
enough
thin and thirsty
vampires
in the mail.

there are
enough
stitched-together creatures.
they’ve got
briefcases
and they
never
say hello.

And there’s no shortage
of
booze
doctor
transformers
who’ll
leave you laying
by the moonlight,
maybe waking up hurting
in a
ditch
or
alley
or
muddy bed.

And we’ve got endless
room
for the dead –
you won’t see them
topside
and
without.

at the station,
the trains
are always
late
and fast enough
to fillet you
into eternity.

don’t take my word for it.

the proof’s there
for you
to breathe.

-morning-

and the rotarian wears
a skull mask
grabs your arm
makes the proper

introductions.

You see them.

Every face
whizzes by in monochrome,
a fresh-out-of-the-box
threat
on
your
life.

astonished

Image

rex pulled on a
miniature Smirnoff,
bringing it home
to a

fledgeling
boiler
gut.

And all was warmth.

Russet and Thompson
each wilted over
and it began.

“This is capital!” screamed Rex
to greying
sky and waves.

“My two best friends are vomiting simultaneously!”

Don’t ever
let them tell you
that God
doesn’t enjoy
a good potty joke
as much as the next guy.