Black Comedy

The final exclamation point

to 25 years

wasted

my used vessel

twisted into an epitaph

and read by the illiterate

Yes

there were a few crumbs of sunlight

spread throughout the swamp

but

obviously

it wasn't enough to dry the infection

in my arteries

It's just something I got to do myself

I watch the women of the world

spread their legs for paper cuts

while ignoring euphoria

I watch those in power

piss on the poor

and jack off for nuclear orgasm

I watch families torn apart

by magnetic erections

I watch the living get autopsied

by self-appointed surveillance

These things just make it easier

to shove my disease

down God's throat

and laugh as He/She chokes

.

Because we all need to chuckle

sometimes...

An Ode To Big Tobacco

So tired in the intestines of the city

Melted fat falls from my forehead and seeps into the cracks in the cement

Someday my entire body will rip these streets apart

But for now I look at the metal sky and see the sirens reflect

I know they're coming for me

They always have been

A sword materializes in my hand

All pixellated and disjointed

I debate on cutting my scalp open

Giving my brain a massage

But then I think better of it

I light up a cigarette and sit on the pavement

Sword in one hand, smoke in the other

And I wait....

The Redundancy Of Redundancy

I sliced my forearm and bled a rainbow

I hung myself and grew rose petals around my neck

I drank arsenic and pissed out a blue sky

I swallowed a handful of pills and shat out a second sun

I stuck my head in the oven and inhaled morning dew

I injected heroin into my veins and climbed Mount Everest

I shot myself in the head and splattered gold against the wall

I provoked some cops and they shot autumn leaves at me

I jumped off a cliff and fell straight to heaven

I smiled and my face ripped itself in two

If Suicide Were A Coward's Way Out This World Would Be Filled With Ghosts

There will be a brief calm

The hum of a fan

The flicker of a light

Raindrops pause mid fall

Metal will extend from fingertips

Past the tounge and the tonsils

And then a brief silence

Followed by a loud BANG!

And the world resumes

In it's chaotic dreariness

And the organs and bones splattered against the wall

Will be someone else's problem

Nostlagia Is A Cruel Joke

There were times

when we would drink from cyanide rivers

under the burning sky

We would even inhale the fumes

and look at the world through rainbow glass

Now it feels like the colors are broken

and I'm cradling them in my calloused hands

They are too sliced to feel the damp ghosts

of my former ethanol-brothers

and the poison has long left my system

I just want to drown myself one more night

with you

before the sin of the moon

swallows me whole

West Virginian Book Of The Dead

One the day I burst through

the guts of a stranger

they snapped my photograph

and put it on wanted posters

hung in strip clubs

where the attractions

throw knives at the ugly picture

and giggle to themselves

Meanwhile

I am chased to the ends of the Earth

by some army

whose soldiers all look like me

So I hide within my skeleton

knees bent to my hardened cheeks

and wait for the red skies

to take me

where I started from