I decided to post some of the short pieces I've written... check out the posts and I hope you enjoy!
People act like Cavemen
Their passions are ripe.
Hungry like little dogs- their skin itches
It’s because the streets... the streets are so dirty.
A wino twists a top off and asks a scholarly question...
(if Santa Claus was naked, would we love him? So much?)
Vomit cakes his shirt... vomit cakes his hair...
Vomit! Vomit! Everywhere!
While i write these things the bar whore lights a cigarette
Holds it. like a Magic Wand.
I stumble to the bathroom.
The walls press in.
Vomit cakes my shirt... vomit cakes my hair...
Flames burn from candlewicks.
I sink into black leather- my skin itches
A Red Stripe and a dirty ashtray.
A Mummy appears! He’s wrapped in bloody rags
He tells me, he tells me to shut-the-fuck-up.
He don’t want to hear no bullshit.
The clock says 1:30, I don’t believe it. Neither does the Mummy.
When the Mummy leaves I feel the night air.
I stuff my poem in my pocket.
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