He bought her 100 McChickens.
Only to show his love,
Kosher.
And, she only ate four.
She left him sitting,
In the middle of his parents bed.
With ninety six leftover sandwiches,
And no one to share them with.
Tag: poetry
Clearance
Two ex-convicts walk into Homesense,
Soft towels and hardened criminals.
Convicts have to purchase reasonably priced homewares too.
Fumes
You have a two day old icing beard
Stop eating the expired cakes
Whatever detergent your mom uses is PHENOMENAL
Why does the word phenomenal have “men” in it
PHENOWOMANAL
FREE SHIT
FREE SCRAP METAL
That kitchen you always dreamed of
The three tiered mesh fruit basket in the centre, drawing energy
I am dipping my slightly charred pancakes into a tea I added too much sugar to
I release three confused tears out of my only working tear duct
Give it three years and your house will have burned
Too bad your husband made it out (don’t worry he died later)
Silently in the night
Three drawers in your refrigerator
Full of food you never got to taste
A baby of three years you never got to taste
Oh, sorry I mean never got to meet
Absurdism
The human condition,
conditions traditions.
Forces submission and capitalism.
What a charming revision.
The human condition,
lacks capitalism via punctuation.
For capitalism would imply grammatical celebration,
when indeed it’s definition reflects cannibalism.
The human condition,
is sad repetition.
Life and death played out in suburban subdivisions
The human condition,
drives youth to self inflicted incisions.
Suicide contemplations,
cases and cases of denaturation.
The human condition,
screams for detoxification,
or better yet,
extermination.
Angels
Rabid,
Drifting higher and higher.
Dark and fucked up,
Welcome bruises and blood.
Never able to live up to them.
Preying in the night,
At the end of my bed.
Stains you can never get out,
Club soda.
Drown me.
Preying in the night,
And foaming at the mouth.
I never finish my thoughts.
Submerged.
Yerning
And,
As,
An
Do my.
Or/ing
He,
By,
Ing.
At of,
On,
An/as,
Up.
Spring.
Pining
I miss driving fast
The long summer days have collapsed
We would get high on the ski mountain
Asking Jim to drive again
I miss my piece of shit car
That beautiful purple interior
The time spent in the back seats
Steamed windows
Dripping streaks
I miss my old friends
Well maybe I just pretend
It was the second guessed perception
That lead to the end
But, those days are gone
Repeated and stressed like an old song
With all longing aside
The simple days of that youth are gone
Now we sit and drink warm beer
In constant financial fear
Crippling debt is just part of life
Fucking amazing, right?
19th birthdays full of pink
Dumping vodka in my rented sink
Looking like trash
With a group of friends to match
These days will eventually be gone
After they become repetitive like that old song
Longing aside
Every single shining youthful moment will soon die
Drink
You are going to drink lake Michigan.
Gallons and Gallons.
Big big dreams internet man,
I hope you can do it.
Hell, I hope you do it so well you ruin the entire ecosystem around Lake Michigan.
Chase your dreams kid.
Drywall
overthinking the wasp in the corner of the room
please do not say anything until someone screams
how many shoes have you seen on the side walk?
long read stories about why they are there
we all have feelings we cannot explain
maybe someone understands the drywall dust/ice cream sandwich/newly renovated basement feeling?
sitting in the long grass with your favourite pair of blue eyes?
consistent confusion
not courage
Starrfishing 