Starting Over

I've known
a few
unsuspecting folks
who've been involved in
the most impossible
of circumstances.

Some
might have killed
another,
while driving home,
after a perfect
drunken night.

Some
might have gotten
caught up
in the most blissful
of binges
with their soulmate.

Some
might have decided
to let out
all of their frustrations
on all the wrong people.

The list
goes on
and on.

We all
have out intentions,
most
if not
all of them,
are pure.

Still, shit happens.

We end up
hurting those
we love the most.

We end up
so far
from our dreams
it's impossible
to sleep.

Still, somehow,
we must manage
to forgive ourselves
and move on.

Knowing our flaws,
yet forgetting them,
and getting
right back
on our feet.

Right back
to our dreams.

Right back
to the beginning
of hope.

Home

It's unnerving
for me to listen
to anyone
at all anymore.

All of their lives
they've stumbled about
accepting anything
that gets planted
in their
malleable minds.

Never
do they question
their so called
beliefs
or double check
so called facts,
handed down to them
by religion,
by mass media,
by their parents,
or just by plain heresay.

As a result
of their blind faith,
I've made it my mission
to destroy their beliefs,
to defy
what they've known as
truth,
and be and do
those things
they thought
wrong
or impossible.

And despite their
evidence,
despite their
warning,
I have yet
to go insane,
I have yet
to perish,
I have not even
fallen ill,
nor have I taken
any
of their
medication.

I have only
gone deaf
to their
echoing, unnatural
voices.

I stand here
a contradiction
of society.

I want to know,
where is it
exactly
you are?

Have you
purged yourself
of the radiation and poison
you've been
force fed
all your life?

Have you revealed
the deranged and delightful
freak
inside you?

Your soul?

And looked
deep
within
that endless abyss of love?

Because
that, my friend,
is the light
at the end
of the tomb
you've been suffocating in
since birth.

That
is where
your home is.

That
is the only place
where truth
resides.

One Simple Request

What do
murderers do
when they do
nothing?

Do they ever
do
nothing?

Maybe that's why
they started
killing?

Maybe I should start
doing nothing
more often.

Maybe you should too.

Matter of fact,
I think
the whole world
should do
a whole lot of
nothing.

Don't say anything,
don't think anything,
don't do anything,
just
for one second
admire
your
life.

The Regular

The first place I
would travel to
when I croak
is the bar.

I'd plant myself
on a stool
at 6 am
and stay
till the end of
eternity.

Time
would mean
nothing
to me.

Neither would money.

I guess,
booze too.

I'd just sit there
and soak up
everybody's
last bit
of energy,
until I had enough
to manifest
right before
their blood shot eyes,
behind the bar,
naked,
with my balls
cooling
on the limes
and the tap
of the finest beer
right in
my butt cheeks.

Fellas,
this round's
on me.

The Most Beautiful Creature on Earth

I love animals,
especially my pets,
both past and present.

They have been
through it ALL
with me.

From the worst
of times,
to the best.

One such memory
snuck up on me
today.

My mother
came home one day
after work
and decided
to get it
over with.

She selected
the perfect knife
and the perfect spot.

Right
on the kitchen floor,
she began
to slice.

Cut by cut,
she tried
to end
her life.

Curious
as to what
she was doing,
our dogs
began
to surround her.

Jet, our lab,
began licking
her face,
giving her love
at the lowest
moment
of her life.

He didn't judge,
nor did he try
and stop her.

He just
licked.

Eventually,
she gave up
and with slober
on her face,
she called
her sister
for help.

She was saved,

By our dog.

The most beautiful
creature
on Earth.

Jelly Beans

Everybody
has their
quirks.

If you don't,
I suggest
you get some.

Multiple,
to be exact.

They are,
if you didn't know,
what makes
a person
interesting.

Normal.

Perfect?

Boring.

Lose a leg.

st st st start
stuttering.

Don't bathe.

Go into a store
and stare
at jelly beans
for hours
on end.

Till the owners
call the mental
health department
to take you
away.

Put these
quirks
into
your daily practice
and watch
as the madness
drips
away.

It's easy.

You'll never
have to worry
about anything
else
again.

Except for,
of course,
jelly beans.

Here Lies...

Tombstones.

They're everywhere.

Most
unmarked.

That's unfortunate,
I guess.

What's the purpose
of one,
anyways?

To keep our
family
and friends
in mourning?

Sure,
whatever you like.

Since I might have one,
I prefer to have some
writing on it.

"Mourn for me,
if
you want
to lose
your testicles
or have your tits
shrivel away
into thin air.

May I rest
in peace."

Harsh?

Not at all.

Don't cry.

Pass it on.

Listen Carefully

Her mother

talks

to her 

every single day.

She doesn't notice.

She hasn't 

been listening.

She's consumed

with what's wrong

with her life,

with this world.

Wild Horses

drifts 

through the air.

It was her mother's 

and father's song.

It still haunts her.

It reminds her

of their last 

breath.

She heard it again

today.

Wild Horses

couldn't drag me

away.

It was a message

from mother

to daughter.

Reminding her,

nothing

could keep her

away.

Not even 

death.

One day,

when she stops looking,

and starts listening,

she'll finally know

she's never

been alone. 

A Glass of Water, Please

The world's on
heroin.

The earth's collapsing
in
on itself.

The sky's cracking
down
on us.

We're still here.

Alive and playing.

Enjoying our
final moments.

Drinking our
last glass
of fresh
water.

A Reminder

He saw her.

A black ball of
ghostly hair.

Running around,
giving everyone
goosebumps.

She was born here.

She died here.

She's still here.

I can hear her
between
the silence.

Encouraging me
to play
and enjoy the sun.

The way she always did.

Even when
my grandfather
smacked her
and called her names.

None of that mattered.

Then or now.

Tough love
is still
love.

So much love
she'll never
go away.

My Plan

He had a brain tumor.

We didn't notice it
at first,
because he wore
a hat
and was completely
wasted.

He was offering
everybody drinks.

This guy was stumbling
and slurring
all over the bar.

He even tipped
the bartender
in weed.

The tender graciously accepted.

Then,
his hat came
off.

There was a
huge
lump
on his head.

He said,
I have a tumor.

Everyone stood
in shock.

We didn't know
what
was real anymore.

I have to be honest,
it was a buzzkill.

But he didn't give
a hot shit,
he just kept on slurring
and repeating himself.

It was a sign
to us all
that no matter how shitty
we have it,
we can still
have a fucking good time.

This is
what I plan to do
now.

What's holding you
back?

Curious Faces

When dealing with the public,
one sees
many faces.

One can't tell
whether or not
those faces have
molested or
raped or
praised Scientology,
but some can
pick up on those vibes,
worlds away.

For instance,
my coworker
had a
funny
feeling
about this gentlemen.

He stocked the shelves
and had a smile
on his face
all day long.

Something was hiding
beneath that smile.

My coworker could just
feel
it.

Sure enough,
a few months later,
he was arrested
for child porn
or something
along those lines.

Hard to judge that one.

But then again,
they're faces
that look like
the faces
of murderers,
yet that couldn't be further
from the fact that
they are
the most sincere
and appreciative customers
and have done
only a minimal amount
of damage
to this world.

Far
less
than
me.

In fact,
they must think
I do
horrendous
acts
in the comfort
of my own home.

Wouldn't they
like to know??