Aimless

I went for a goddamned haircut today. Stupid. I was looking to feel something. Cut my hand off, cut my leg off, gouge my eye out, cut my useless dick off...I got a goddamned haircut. Cut that hair off, I want to look just slightly different in the mirror if I happen to look at the mirror. I'll scream either way. Cut my fucking head off. I looked for a place to settle. Grab something to eat and a beer. It was cold and my hunger was making me crazy. I settled for a cheeseburger from a shithole that smelled like sewage, probably to hide the stench of the rotted meat. The Mexicans behind the counter watched soccer and pointlessly called me names, not realizing that I understood Spanish. I watched them prepare my food carefully, no one spit in it, so I ate it. I looked out the window and ate. This is what people do when they leave the house. Fucking Mexicans. Not all Mexicans, just these Mexicans. I finished my burger and walked over to the counter to where the three Mexicans were hovering over a small screen tv watching soccer. "Hey guapo!" I yelled and they all looked at me like a bunch of dicks. "I just wanted to say, fuck you. In English. Fuck you. I understand every word you say, so fuck you." Before I walked out the door I grabbed all the food baskets that were sitting on top of the garbage can and threw them all over the "restaurant". "Fuck-a-you!" Bitch, I give that place a Zagat rating of ZEEROO!

The Lifeboat Is Failing

The Lifeboat Is Failing

I don’t want to end nights
Like this anymore

Mentally exhausted
But jacked-up
In thought

Depressed
Worried
Afraid
Lost

Drunk

My only anchor
Is made of
Wax-lined
Paper cups
Being dragged
By the currents
Of doubt and
Insecurity

The floor
It is
Bobbing
Filling with water
With life
That mixes
Partially empties
Constantly
Carrying over
A bit of the
Past