Fall Into Place

She is afraid that she walked away
From a crime scene
These days
You can't walk
Outside your door
Without
Crawling over
Death
Just trying to
Get the paper
Cat box litter
An additional
Action
Incorporated.

Styroplane

Styroplane floats
Demon chews cooler
Suicide
When you can't
Afford
French fries...

Backed Up

That shit is just there. There. Henchmen. Hoods. Every time you chew...Black hood drops the axe. Smile, target, forget...write. It's not like the old days, when we wrote about "destitutes" and wanted to be just that. We lurch into our apartments...sometimes forgetting to turn the stereo on "high". Midpoint. Sometimes, forgetting that the volume is too high, we enjoy. That's the fucked up of being stacked. Room on room. Cube by cube.  Hear-stench. Afraid of disturbing others, we headphone...always tuning out...
Dying
Crying
So high
Flying
But no learning.

Shooting
Fucking
Eating
Shitting

The re-wire...burning...

Head Against the Sober Wall

It occurs to me that I have nothing to say. Somewhere down the line I gave my brain up. I don't know. I ask other people my age and we all agree that we feel "stupider". Is it because of technology or age? These two things are progressing rapidly together. I do feel quite stupid all the time. I absorb text books, magazines, information but when I sit down to talk to people, my brain goes dead...and yes, that's when I'm sober....which is frightening because all that shit comes out while I'm drinking. I've got some kind of sober wall. Sober wall...