Fingertips
on fire
running out of things
to touch
whiskey lips
and a loose tongue
rattling off
like a warm gun
happiness is
fucking in the streets
the Beatles were so right
a knife-and-bullet fight
wagering bad decisions
a discarded hard-on
a forgotten framed good deed
strung up like lights
at Christmastime
scrounging up laughs
in a tin coffee can
hallelujah hot rocks
coca-cola
foaming at the mouth
dripping sentiment
skull numbing w/ nostalgia
Monthly Archives: November 2014
Jane’s Addiction
I got to see Jane’s Addiction for the second time last night. They played “Nothing’s Shocking” at the Ogden Theatre. The band sounded great, but Perry Farrell’s voice was shot for most of the show. He sounded much better when I saw them in 2009. You can read my concert review here.
Flick
Hot chick picks her nose
at red light, doesn’t see
me looking as she flicks
Airbrushed & Greased
Plastic
airbrushed & greased
that’s how we like our T&A
when we can’t touch
the real thing
celebrity fantasies
when we’ve lost touch
with reality
breaking the internet
with psychic hard-ons
glossy paparazzi
flashing body image
teaching us what sexy is
just can’t get it up
w/o a touch-up
Mucus
Sick again. sick still. seven consecutive days of exaggerated hell. contagious. outrage. demon germs flap threadbare wings across my household. every one’s affected. every one’s infected. wincing with every cough, rib cage rattles with air stolen through a pinhole. throat’s raw. chest is bruised. if my soul had a color it would be mucus green. i watch it swirl down the bathtub drain as i breathe the shower’s steam. praise the corporate lord for sick days. over-the-counter healing. hard to pronounce. too many vowels. dextromethorphan. guaifenesin. phenylephrine. doxylamine succinate. acetaminophen. ibuprofin. pseudoephedrine. drinking herbal tea. drinking herbal tea. herbal tea, herbal tea, come and save me. the body heals itself. time heals everything. my mind is playing tricks on me. temporary. insanity. wellness is a lost lover and I am hopelessly awaiting her return.
Clockwork
Breaking
down time into
smallest of increments
as if to surgically pinpoint
wrong turns
Sick, Stuck Indoors
Sick
stuck indoors
sore throat
hurts to cough
starting to get bored
of Netflix
& reading books
just want to sleep
and eat a bunch
of junk food
Sick
stuck indoors
and it looks like such a nice November day
out there
Anti-hero
I can’t quit it,
these
impulses, desires
I need an anti-
hero
to come save me
from my every-day
fiction
friction rash
to intervene
a need
this judgement lapse
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a ghost trapped, a light
just flickering between two worlds
Adrift
Hopelessly adrift
in a sea
of distraction
Don’t Know What
“I’m just looking for something
but I don’t know what”
words of wisdom from a child