I Spoke Apocalyptic

questions doting on silent reply.

But those two little insignificant dots

at the center of my genetic heritage chart

splaying out to a circle called

Mother and Father

shot back loudly, Grow no more!

So Stunted is the name I gave my coat walking into winter.

It’s quite a trick to stay warm when you’re feelin’ heat
for figuring yourself out.

I Drank Too Much

And all that free booze we bought with want and Cash

is moping down the drain

even though Inner State Esophagus Highway 9-to-5  is

the best route for today’s trouble trees and genetic inclinations.

Burn down my forest! Burn down my throat!

because I breathe it like

leaves breathe self-justification on their fall to the ground.

I AM the man in black.

I belong down below says

the stomach—says I.

So I sit sunken

feathering my inheritance for all to see.

Even I laugh

Ha! What a piece-a-shit!

Dry-eye pixels cry down your back in the shower I’m so blind!

And now, my long-fingered friend

I tear open my chest

pull back the ribs

reach down my throat

pull the insides up and

watch them slosh out my mouth.

I stand
a cavern where songs used to soak.