The Proposal

Work
kills us.

With every second
we waste our lives
there,
the more meaningless
our lives become
elsewhere.

There must be
another way.

The solution:
Why not let us drink?

Yes,
let us be drunk
and merry at our jobs.

It beats being
pissed off
and on the verge on tears.

The advantages:
production value,
customer service approval,
employee approval,
would all skyrocket
whichever corporation
would be willing to do this.

They could hire
top notch drunks,
fully functional alcoholics
to get the job done.

People would be lining up
to get at job there,
especially me.

This is my proposal
to all corporations
and I am willing sign
any sort of insurance papers 
you want me to sign,
just do it
and let us work,
and sit back,
you fat pig,
and watch your filthy money grow.

Some Prefer a Tornado

We could hear

the sound of death

coming toward us,

coming 

to tear the world 

apart.

Beneath our feet

the ground 

threatened to open

and swallow our souls.

We held on 

for dear life.

The walls 

moved

unnaturally

and shook our portraits,

our sanity,

down,

the floor

was an ocean,

moving in waves.

We were drowning in fear.

It went on

and on,

and I thought,

we might have to 

live like this

forever.

Then,

silence crept up,

time froze,

the earth was still.

No one died,

no one had a scratch,

we even 

cracked a smile,

and began to put the portraits 

back up.

Our house was saved.

Some are not so fortunate.

Some are burned alive,

some have their skin ripped off by the wind,

some drown with their children,

some freeze and remain frozen in hell.

We have the grip of death

shaking our homes,

destroying our precious valuables,

but it's ok,

materials mean 

nothing

to us

here in sunny California.

We prefer it.

Stick Around A Bit, Will Ya?

She jammed a large
potato peeler
right into her jaw
and worked it up
higher and higher,
trying to reach her brain.

The blood,
he said,
the blood,
pure red 
and terrifying.

His dream was about
resurrection.

He was a dolphin
and something or someone
was showing him
exactly what would happen 
to his mother,
to his family,
if he pursued 
his dream
too quickly.

Hopefully 
he recognizes this
and realizes that
the torment he faces 
almost everyday
is nothing
compared 
to what we will feel
when he is gone.