Birthday Cake
On first attempt, a waterfall of saliva wets the already naturally soft apple cake. Its hard crust becomes the gate to the torrent of filthy spit waiting to break free. Only one candle has been extinguished. The world has not yet seen the end of her gutter rain.
As she opens her mouth and continues to try to blow out the 10 flames that represent her 38th birthday, the floor begins to collects a dark puddle of the ungodly sewage. I can tell that the structural integrity of the cake has long been compromised, and can sense the oncoming onslaught of her sickly bile through a leak in its base. We will soon be flooded, and I will likely perish.
The last words I hear are from our hostess.
“Who wants cake?"
14
A father plays football with his 5-year old kid in the 14th isle of the grocery store. His child is named Cameron. Daddy wants his child to grow up to be the famous athlete he never was. Cameron; daddy's little girl. He doesn't buy the football. 34 years later, at Cameron's second wedding, he hangs himself with his father's belt. He thinks this is very symbolic. He had his own problems.
Shots On Me, Doc.
" . . . half hours on earth - what are they worth? I don't know"
-david c. berman
"are you sickened by the flightless flocks?" she asked me/ "I don't know, it's mostly for show & I could care less about the gamma rays and baby names polluting nearby campfire flames/ infectious broken women wrapped in tight black blankets, linen/ the man who came with lightning wrapped around his pinky finger told me "the ship maiden's hairstlye needs repair"/
. . . I couldn't agree more
night robes don't make sense/ Why are categories of food broken down? wouldn't you prefer your food like your milk - whole? just some thoughts, say hi to your sister
love
Reagan, The
True Jack-o-lantern
Trashed Newspaper Submission
And then, like something out of an infomerical, or a dream
We crashed through the ceiling at 100 nautical miles an hour
Looking through seashells into the ears
Of countless curious children
In a shocking turn, sudden fathers were everywhere
And their hair was frayed and their ears were spoiled
We dined under the leaves of follower trees
Where the shade solved three puzzles
Inside an outhouse with a moon's hangnail cut in the door
You were brought here by fireplace faces,
Civilized snakes, and displeased degenerates
Who I will not name
Orson
Theodore Geisel was not like us
you should really hang yourself from a tree with the icicle children
soup of chicken, thunder stricken, with the icicle children
I would rather have a knife than a wife, and
this business if ripe
for interpretation, death flirtation
chicks wearin' white
beware the victim's bite
you ain't gonna fight today
racecar backwards is a moon cut in half
a beautiful girl lies dead in a bath
I would commandeer a strike
over a hike, and this garbage is rife
with regurgitation, circle masturbation
birds ridin' bikes
beware the victim's bite,
you ain't gonna fight today
return to shards, wolves evolve
take in the thief, a loveless vessel
thieve the shards
loveless vessels, wolves evolve
shards are vessels
return to evolution
thieves evolve, I evolve
return to I, I will be your vessel
beware the victim's bite,
you ain't gonna fight today