Schwervon!

I always forget your birthday
Because I never want to think
About good things having
A beginning or ending
How’s that for a flakey excuse?

In the distance I hear metal
Ladders being extended
And contracted,
Like shot guns cocking

The sky is so blue
From this side of the building.

Laundry drying on the line
I want to squeeze this day with both hands

Two headed Jesus on the wall
Covering all the bases

The lizard king is taking a day off
Work on his chip shot at the range

We return to Mamoun’s Falafel
Like a beacon in the night
I always us a little too much hot sauce
I try to cool my burning lips
With sweet mint lemonade

We step into a sea of
red clothing and young adult drinking
Behold the great petrea dish
Testing the legs of the birthing table
Mixing the batter
Equations that lead to formulas
Social lives live and die here
But tonight we live

Another driving poem
Touched by an angel
Betrayed by Michael Landon

Grain elevators by the side of the road
Giant meal phalus squirting
Cow sized dolops of pizza dough
Into space

Metal signs that show me the way
Flattener of bugs, potential
Killer of fast flying, unsuspecting birds

Considering your audience
Dead tree trunks jutting out
Of yellow top tall grass fields

Zombies at the wheel
It’s been a tense two days
Feels like we’re always driving into the wind

All hail the bloody axe of friendship
The tiny points of light expanding outward
Fall again, I know it is
And I know I will
Into a big pile of leaves
A pile of burning books

We battle through the days
Sacrificing speed and cuteness
Ear hair appears
I want to tell you all to stop abusing
Your fine young bodies
But fear of being banned
From the trading floor inhibits me

Channeling all the channels
I feel so fucked over
You made the children’s table cool
Why do I always lie about my cocaine use
I’m not even sure I’ve ever tried it
Maybe once, I don’t think it did anything.
I was scared to take more
Because I know it’s really expensive
And I didn’t want to appear greedy

The good thing about things being
Extra shitty, you just wipe a
A little bit of the shit off
And then then it feels like
Things are amazing

It okay to have inside jokes
Just as long as they don’t last
The entire length of your life