TRYING TO BLEED THROUGH THE RIGHT WOUND

(published at madswirl.com)

The hung-over colors of a sunset
The neutered smile I give my boss
my reflection
wants to reach out and slap the shit out of me
and tell me to stop fondling my own man boobs

but I’m tired.
there is so much to do

All those jobs to quit
All those dollar tacos to devour
All those beer cans to be redeemed

Because I’m the type of man who refuses
to do things the way they are supposed to be done

I don’t wait for winter
I make snow angels in cigarette ash, and
In the foam of the ocean, and
In the pubic hair of a crazy woman
in wrinkles of my last dollar.
This is how I live

Look at me!
Look at this manly body!

I’m fat as hell
There's diet soda in my veins
bacon egg and cheese beating in my heart
and my brain is stuck in a 7-11 parking lot
with wet pavement as deep as an ocean and
late night lights blistering and popping and oozing

And the sky looks as soft as cement
And as gentle as a scorpions ass
I stand under it in nothing but my underwear,
cursing at the gods,
saying thank you
for taking me where I did not Want to go