Small Decisions

Forever is for all time. For always.

But for me, forever is for as long as I am,

and for every day that is.

Ever and ever until never comes near.

So fuck it —

Lisa, I’m having another beer!

Sgt. Pepper’s Fucking Miserable

Never

take advice

from men

with whole

hearts.

Unbroken

and unsure.

Seek to

hear about

death

from a

ghost

not a

priest.

I Am Not A Leader

I am not a leader.

I’m the guy in the back

making fun of the leader’s accent.

Gary

This moment, only.

Bestie

This is my best friend.

I love my best friend.

I only have one and this is it.

The one and only.

Everyone else I know

is not my best friend

and if i called you so

it wasn’t true.

I was lying.

Because this is my best friend,

right here.

Look at them.

All the rest of you are frauds.

I said look at them you fools!

This is my best friend.

I’d fucking take a bullet for this person

whose name I believe is…Stephen?

‘Soy Ricardo.’

My God damn fucking best friend, Ricardo.

Till death do us part,

or, you know —

till tomorrow.

A Fierce Smack on The Back

Well,

I guess you win some

and you lose some.

and he lost this time —

Big.

And will never ever win again.

Ever….

I am sorry for your loss.

The Sorrow of My Nipples

The doomed, holy fire in the resting swell,

the lone, tortured Grecian in a dying heat,

with all generations awaiting Hell,

there is no promise of any defeat.

A mournful, white flag raised up into the skies,

which seemed the cruelty of the world in its truth,

neglected melody of painful disguise

and honest monuments of tattered youth.

Become, and then immediately swell,

an unaging lover upon a paling heat,

with all the marriages coming from Hell,

there is never victory in accepting defeat.

Modern Insults

I’ve noticed

that these days

insults have become

questions:

“DO YOU THINK YOU’RE HARD?”

“WHAT ARE YOU AT PRICK?”

“THINK YOU’RE FUNNY, YEAH?”

Always leaves

this awkward silence

which requires me

to think of an answer.

JUST INSULT.

Stop trying to start a conversation.

Waking Up, Realising It’s Sunday, And That I Actually Don’t Have School

These faceless apparitions of posterity

and doubt:

a murdered lie uncovered by a

wandering

truth.

Peel Here

Those ‘Peel Here’

stickers on food packaging

are designed to drive

the good men mad.

They want us to kill

our neighbour

with the unopened

packet of grapes

in our hand.

The plastic

wet

from the sweat

of our fingertips.

It’s been slightly torn

but in the worst way.

It has been peeled here

but nothing has opened.

Let me get the blade.

The blade solves everything,

except pain.

Professional Romance

In love

as I lie

stupid flat

on my back

in her chair.

The bright light

casting an angel

in silhouette

while she roots

through my mouth

looking for three

more ways

to make me gag.

Steel instruments

and unloved children

useful in the dull

damp basements of

the White House.

I cough a little

to breathe

spraying my saliva

Heavenwards.

Her glasses covered

in my Sunday mist.

She smiles

a perfect grin

before tilting my head

to the left

to allow

the pools of blood

and spit

to drain

to the edges

of my jaw.

Her plastic hand

rests against my cheek

softly.

This is the first time

a woman has touched me

in this way

in a long time.

She holds a mirror up

over my head

and I stare at the reflection

placed next to her.

We make a cute couple;

my mouth gaping

and her fist

shoved to the back

of my throat.

I hope

she thinks

I’m beautiful

or this will all

have been

for nothing.

When it’s over

she forces me to

make promises

I can’t keep

while she bills me

for her time

and asks me to leave.

My bite marks

and blood juice

still fresh on her fingers.

Evidence

of the complicated affair

that exists

between me and my

Dentist.

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