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
foaming at the mouth
dripping sentiment
skull numbing w/ nostalgia


Airbrushed & Greased

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


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.


I can’t quit it,
impulses, desires

I need an anti-
to come save me

from my every-day
friction rash

to intervene
a need
this judgement lapse

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a ghost trapped, a light
just flickering between two worlds