I Was Promised Flying Cars

Moving the fabric of my bed sheets
between my index and thumb,
imagining all the ways my fingerprints are known.

I was told there would be flying cars
by now.

Replicants?  How funny would that be
by now.

between my index and thumb,
imagining all the ways my fingerprints are known.

It is good to laugh.  Or is it?  I would love to
take teeth.

Every person should have a hobby once mating
falls through.

Prioritizing concerns, once age becomes a real
parcel of actual time is sort of important.
There is a space on the shelf
with a jar that has your name on it
gathering dust.

Ckonverter Ckompressor

The Friday
kick drum
can blast!

When It Comes To World's End

When it comes to world's end,
I walk the line.

In all and all,

gas over winter and Winter over nuke,
blues over pop, drowning over electronica,
shelling over vaporization (again) ,
fragments in flesh over gas,
door to door kick ins
over breach.  And
target practice
over live rounds.

Five hundred pound packed  steel cans
of cement.  Phosphorous and chlorine.

Fields of wire and actual mines capable
of upending a tank and quite capable
of relieving you of your limbs.
Who would wish that on a taste for flame.

Come again? So there was this one day.

Seven concussions in.  I hate everything.

Broken noses and

I get tired of i c io knknen  ne nea a . I get
tired of fixing things.  It is exhausting.

The dream faded a long time ago.
That soup fed for years, we all know it.
It's gorgeous.

Golden.

Tooth and Nail

On pain of death
the line you cross
with ease.

In all seriousness;  you will die.

I have no misgivings about cutting
the head from a bear.

I have been trained, schooled, and practiced.

It is
nothing
to me.

Keep your yards.

Your camp.

Your one million and one jokes.

Your one million and two.

And your stories of the battles and
reckless bits you performed
when you were my age.

I will have your teeth.

Dreamed reasons.

Thank you for flying
tiger airlines,

mind the plastic,

we will be landing shortly.

Runaway

Sleep at night.
Keep running.
Keep running.
Keep run6ing.

If you can make it to sunrise
before he hits you.
Run, run, run away.

I can't shake it.
I can't shake him.
I want to be as small as a flea.
"Able to leap tall buildings
in a single bound."

I want to help.
Heard that before.
Runaway.
Run.  Run. Run!

Lies and road.  Lies and cement.
Lies and I'm tired of snot
flowing over my lips and touching
my shirt.

Cry and run and
why will no one believe me?
Find new ways to say
he is not my father.

Please don't hurt me.

Old School

Can w bring back
throwing your shoe at someone?
Instead of cussing?
There are many ways to do it.
Soft lobs for laughs,
spikes for flames.
It can happen.
Why not set the trend
and reclaim
a wonderful expletive.