Woke up, got out of bed,
Logged in to see what email said.
Walked down the hall to get a cup,
And looking up, I noticed it was late.
Got my coat, and grabbed my keys,
Drove to the store to buy blank CDs.
While in line, found I was broke,
Someone told a joke, and I went into a dream…
I felt the muse today, oh boy.
One-thousand words I’ve got jotted down.
And though the words, they made me sad,
I just had to laugh…
They equaled one photograph.
You killed my child
You drunken son of a bitch
You drove, you swerved
And you killed me with her
I will smite you
I will smite you all
In this war I will spread my pain
Across all barriers
I will go above and beyond my cause
I will wreak havoc with
The entire fucking world
I will make it so your crime
Is the crime of all crimes
I will make it so illegal
That you can’t even think about it
And if you dare speak it
You will be smote with the same fury
As if you were behind that wheel
My pain will remove your freedom
My loss will stifle your free will
No one will dare stand in my righteous way
No one will dare point out
That I have gone far too far
My grief has given me the power
That only an army of zealots can know
I have right on my side
This truth will smother all other truths
Until only it remains
And you will rot in Hell
All of you — down here deep, with me
Me and my pain
Temperature drops
His heart thudding as it slows
Time grinds to a halt
She turns day to night
As she takes steps around him
Looking unhappy
Black comet of hair
Leaving a trail of crystals
Long straight frozen lines
With heroic force
He follows her with his eyes
Watches her orbit
Her father is Time
Her mother the goddess Fate
She can control both
It occurs to him
He shouldn’t have pissed her off
Very big mistake
She has the most beautifully rounded font
I have ever beheld
And I caress every curve
Of her W
With my eager gaze
Her M and her Y
Give me a capital I
Even her E and her 3
Really do it for me
She has the most beautifully rounded font
It is my favourite.
He married some Sugar
The old coffee bean did
On a wild weekend in Mexico
Laying promiscuously with Vanilla
After binge drinking
Clear grain alcohol.
They had a love child
And they called her Kahlua
Which sounded far more Hawaiian
Than it did Spanish
But what did they know?
They were drunk.
A waiter walked up to the table
Wearing a suit jacket that was far too small—
There was no way he could button it, and the
Sleeves came halfway up to his elbows
He sported a overlarge red bow tie
Black curly hair with oil in it, and
A large, obviously fake mustache
Which curled in waxed spirals at the ends.
“May I take your order, please?” he asked.
Before we could answer
A nude woman holding a pomegranate, with a
Bayoneted rifle slung over her shoulder
And flanked by two huge yellow and black tigers
Complained that she had been stung by a bee
And wanted her money back.
We sat for eleven minutes waiting
Then realized that ants were eating the silverware
High pitched giggling
Tiny hands grabbing my hair
Says “silly daddy!”
Little
Darling redhead
I ask for permission
To marry your mother, please
Say yes
I will
Make you pancakes
And watch cartoons with you
Curled up on a big comfy couch
With mom
You silly daddy
You already are married
You and my mommy
I hold a squirming baby who
Projectile vomits when she’s not crying
And I coo at her through 36 hours of no sleep
Facing the prospect of not being able to make rent
While my wife is sick and can’t move
All I know is that the little bundle in my arms
Depends on me for everything
So if I have to kill someone or rob a bank
To pay for her food and diapers
Then take me to Hell for doing it because
If that is what I have to do, then
That is what I have to do
Candles
Roses
Nylons
Lipstick
Strawberries
Wine
Whip Cream
Honey
Perrier
Ear rings
Bolero
Massage oil
Chocolate
Ribbons
Pillows
Teddy
Perfume
Belly chain
High heels
Ice
Lady Grey, that fine old girl
Wrapped in her gossamer dress
She’s a tease, a total flirt
Drawing me in with her heady scent
Sliding smoothly across my lips
She tantalizes my tongue
Hot and wet, she tastes so good
But when she’s gone, she’s done
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