Monday, November 30, 2015

Listen to This

The dead
can hear our
thoughts.

They hear our prayers
and when we
talk to them
and say
we miss them.

This is true.

And since,
this is true,
I wonder,
what else
can they hear?

I've had some
fucked up thoughts,
some,
I have no
control over.

I can't help it.

These things just
come up
out of nowhere,
for no reason at all.

Can other's dead relatives
hear
when I cuss out
their children
and tell them to eat
garbage bags
full of shit?

Will they
use their
ghostly powers
to ruin my day
for talking shit?

Are they capable
of this?

Or am I
simply
going crazy?

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

The Beginning

I have worms
inside me.

Hell, we all do.

Some growing
as long as
50 feet,
and as many as
20 pounds worth,
sucking the life
out of us.

This is considered
normal
for the average
american.

Except, mine,
their inspired.

They make me dream.

In these dreams,
I'm famished,
starving for flesh.

Human flesh.

When I wake up,
I'm afraid
I'll still have
these same
cravings.

One day,
I'll be awoken
by the sounds
of my own jaws
gnawing
on my better half,
her tits
in my stomach,
and her stomach
in my mouth.

But,
this is not
my fault.

I am no cannibal.

Nor am I even a woman beater.

It's the result
of a carefully planned agenda
of the government
and the food companies.

They have been
knowingly
poisoning us
with genetically modified foods
and a daily basis
for years on end.

It's them,
who secretly
want to turn
the entire population
into zombies.

IT IS
the goddamned truth.

Don't believe me?

Aren't you hungry
for your sister's
lips?

Sunday, November 22, 2015

No Winners

After a long night
of heavy drinking,
it's best advised
not
to chug wine
and proceed to
spill your guts out
on the couch.

Or so,
my lover says.

The cats too,
I suppose.

In either case,
there are precisely
zero winners
and the losers
are now covered in
what could only be called
shame.

Monday, November 2, 2015

The Second

I had
no idea
how thankful
I would be
to see
my own blood
in the sink.

Normally,
I'd be concerned
because my teeth
would feel
like they are
rotting.

Tonight,
however,
it's such a blessing.

My own blood
from my own gums
is a blessing.

The mirror even
smiles back
at the sight.

It may be
hard
for most
to fathom,
but this
is all I have,
especially after a second
dui.