He’s a freaky mid-day werewolf

a frightened lamb once told me
it was tired
of having to hide from the wolf
a merciless brute, he always stalked
the young of the mother sheep

where he was like a storm; a thundering
rage of ire
the youngster had not a chance
to endure; an endless crusade
of which the wolf would always turn victor

a mass of fur and pointed teeth
the beast had bested many before
and would do so forever more
until the one true champion
fell from the sun

although many had thought
it a myth
some knew of its verity
how ever long would they hold
until the noble hero arrived

a creature never known
or seen, was this champion
of the plain
his mane was like a tempest
his temper even and prepared

when he came upon the terror
of the sheep, he raised his claws
and with one fell swoop
ended the wolfs reign as destroyer
peace had come at last to the halcyon sheep

a fast break in the scene,
wonderful cows come crawling.
the face of a million sorrows, the
one you saw
yesterday.

his eyes could hold back
rivers. not that you would notice,
the things that you were sent to bear
are green with a yellow hue.
an impeccable sense of time.

the leaves are changing, brown to yellow
to green. back one more time, a thought
you never had to
imagine.
one more thing about it, sir,
you wonderful piece of shit.

i hope for heavens sake, the sky
has turned into a ruby. the seas
are now crimson, from the blood
of soldiers misfortunes.
let’s never speak of her again.

victory comes from
the accomplishing magistrate.
a fantastic mansion by the lake,
will never remind you of a
ham sandwich. Crispy, and
sickly sweet.
infants know the future is
grim, they feel it in
their diapers.

i wonder where your mind is father. want to
take a swim? you make your laughter
opposite to and above
the normal properties
of balloons.

this may seem a tricky thing
to accomplish
it’s not
if you try hard enough.
fast, regurgitate, retaliate.

our relationship is wearing
thin. a hard thing to
imagine.
the fashion of today
wants your imagination tomorrow.

all of our friends have
lost their way
stand at the front of the line
wait patiently
get your medicine, then run away

upon your death, all will
realize. you were the one
with promise. you were the one
with the guts.
let’s hold hands and kiss.

I tumble dry my laundry in the morning.
Wonder-dad wakes
And drinks his coffee.
“What time are we leaving?” I ask.
“Time enough to get there and back.”
He grumbles.
Silently and still,
I sit and eat my breakfast. You know how
It goes.

Brightly colored arrangements
In my mind and on the road.
Wonder-dad says,
“This dog and pony show ain’t gonna last.”
“But it will get us through today.”
I reply, with yawned tears
In my eyes. There are so many
Things that need his approval.
Will this journey ever end?

Here and there, at last.
Last one to leave,
Last to arrive.
This is the shame you brought
To me, you bastard.
I will love you, but I won’t
Mourn you. Can’t you see?
These are the things
That make us father and son.

Fuck and run. Pull the lever to start the fire.
Running with the dogs, you feel so alive.
This woman, this whore, she breathes life into the dead.
I wonder where I put my raincoat.

Outside, I see a man who lives nowhere.
I’ll give him a high five, he’ll throw it away.
The life of ants can be measured by their sorrow.
I look down from my tower, I shit on my people.

Happiness is to weakness as Money is to Mayhem.
Curiosity; forlorn tumbledown buildings.
A magician hides the rabbit.
You hide your shame.

The dogs return to you.
You ruin the lives of a million.
The President and the Pope.
Two people who don’t have a clue.

Shadows of a dead man will haunt you.
The light at the end of the tunnel is waning.
My mother, the bear, ceases to eat.
Shoelaces, untied and crusty, fail to hold the fort.

A crying river enters the ocean.
A man alive will no longer continue.
Joy is never ending.
Kill the man in uniform.

Hello little boy. Would you like to play? Oh, and by the way, I’m just the smallest bit gay. You could come to my place for the day. There’s not much to fear inside my apartment. Don’t worry it’s not the home of a monster, just varmints. My experiments will be most fantastic. All I want is a lover, made of flesh, soul of plastic.

I start off by offering you something to drink. You think, “This stinks”, but deep inside that foolish pride will take you to a place where it doesn’t matter what time it is. “Who’s this?” you ask. Too late now, the mask is off. So is the front of your skull. I take my time fooling around inside, until, of course, you’re no longer you, just a screw in this machine of fascination. The explanation later on will be masturbation with a lemon twist. The gist of this story of course is: That is that, this is this.

A few victims down. Down in life, down my throat, a moat of blood settles into my tummy, you’re yummy, if not too nutritious. You’re lips, brain, and face oh how delicious. I’ll freeze the rest for sometime later. Later never comes of course. The third course of this meal, not sure yet, let’s let him pick through the squeals. I’ll make a deal with you. Bring two friends over, I’ll let you fly the coop. Just kidding you idiot, now I’ve got breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I’m getting thinner. I wonder what’s not going down. That stupid fat clown, they already fried him. They’ll never catch me, I’m always two steps ahead.

The trial goes on for days even weeks. A part of me thinks that it should be over by now. Aren’t I insane? Oh but how! They’ll lock me in a cage anyway, it doesn’t matter really, I’ll still get to play. Whether in my cage or the states, I’ll still find some dates to come over and think, “What the hell did he put in this drink?”  Again, too late to get the comfort started. The living victims seem most retarded, but this is not the case. They’ve just turned into human waste. They’ll waste away, as I will too. Someday I really hope you meet me, and I eat you.

I fall out of bed onto the carpet in my room. Then, I scramble to get myself together. Together for what, I wonder? I have no one who needs impressing. No one gives a damn how you or I look. Should they? Ants and beetles crawl over my feet. They’re invisible but I can feel them burrowing under my toenails and nesting. They have families like you and I have families. I bet you’re wondering who the ‘you’ is. It’s not important, few things ever are. I need to take my medicine. It helps keep the creatures from abducting my thoughts and selling them to the highest bidder. These pills, these miracles of modern medicine, they are chemical straightjackets. I have no impulse control, these pills control me now. If I stopped taking them my skeleton would leap out of my body. Then my skin and nervous system would challenge it to a game of Monopoly. It’s not the biggest deal in the world, except the skeleton always chooses the racecar. I want to be the fucking racecar every now and again.

I meander down the road until I realize that I forgot to put on pants. How did that happen? I’m wearing socks, shoes, a shirt and a jacket. Why did pants escape me? I’ve got underwear on, so I’m still decent. I continue on my journey to god knows where. The static in my brain starts to dissipate and I can make out clearer images. Santa Claus, The Easter bunny, a leprechaun, and Jesus, all playing canasta. The winner is going to take all of the worlds children out for ice-cream. At this point I want to tell you that my brain is just not working today. I can’t put my finger on it but I think I’ve come down with a minor case of the boredoms. Perhaps I should have chosen insanity over control.

This is the beginning of the end. I write to no one. I am feeling slightly more than nothing. Yet it isn’t quite everything, now is it? Tumble, tuck, and slightly morose, I decide finally to crack open my skull and fish around for the sickly sweet nuggets of gray matter that are the cornerstone of a rich breakfast. It’s just then that I realize…it doesn’t matter that this bored feeling is corrupting my being today. Without the boring, we can’t have an appreciation for the exciting, stimulating, and orgasmic. When this realization hits me, I ejaculate, spiritually of course. If you’d like to know what that feels like I’m sorry but it’s hard to explain. With this I leave you in the desert. Rot and be reborn. Eat and digest.

We’re off and about now, heading towards salvation, my salvation. The music is blaring and I’m tempted to request that the volume be turned down. I don’t, however. My mind wanders into thought. The roads are drenched in the blood of innocent babies. This thought frightens me. I come back to the real world only to discover that I had never left it to begin with. Since this is the case with most things. I begin having trouble catching my breath. Like the story of the candy salesman, strangled to death with his own necktie, I can no longer feel my lungs fill with air. All of a sudden, WHOOSH. I can breathe again.

          This montage of cityscape passes by ever so quickly. I can’t focus on any one building. Our destination nears us. I hop out of the truck and wobble towards the door of the clinic. I make my way down some stairs and mumble a greeting to the woman taking names. She allows me to go stand in line and wait for my turn at the show. In line, I meet a most intriguing woman. She shoots me a smile, so I introduce myself. We begin to talk and it becomes apparent very quickly that methadone isn’t the only thing she came here for today. My senses are on fire now. She asks me to meet her in the ladies room after I receive my dose. The bathrooms can only be accessed by key, so I ask how I will get in. She laughs and tells me to knock, 3 times. After I receive my morning sacrament I head over to the bathrooms.

          Upon the third knock, the door to the ladies room is opened. There she is. Peaking from behind the door I catch a glimpse of what lies in store for me. She’s naked from the waste down, ready. I go inside and before I have a chance to speak, we begin to fornicate. It is amazing to say the least. Her cunt is like Christ, warm and forgiving. After I finish I say thanks then bid her farewell. I don’t bother to ask for contact information. What happened in there today will stay there forever. It will be mine and hers, to keep and hold.

          I have a swagger about me now. I hurry up the stairs and walk proudly toward my ride home. He senses something is off about me but can’t put his finger on it. This mystery woman has corrupted my day, and along with it, my soul. The fierce insanity that I will encounter later on can only be quelled with thoughts of her running through my head.

GO. Storm the field with the color guard. Trade in your self respect for a form fitting unitard. It’s hard, to imagine, to grow up, to get charred, by the flag squad. They’re out to get you tonight. The fright is unimaginable. Grasping at straws you feel nothing tangible. It’s understandable if you don’t want to go on. Shoot them in the head, and bury them under your lawn. Ballet shoes, ribbons, batons. It’s on, motherfucker! Should’ve let up on the insanity and become a trucker. Traveled coast to coast, so you could finally boast, about how you fucked her.

Didn’t a part of you realize this was a bad idea? Like diarrhea, you’re running. The families of the neighborhood shun you. Is this fun yet? I’m not close to done yet. We must go on. Enter the woods. Learn about the flora and fauna. You may find yourself, but never nirvana. YES! It’s on still. Please distill your feelings into a cleaner form. You never thought this would haunt you years ago, back in your dorm. Always trying to fit into the norm, that charm will get you nowhere. This is a show where everyone gets along.

Understanding is at the core of the reality experience. Did you hear that nonsense? It makes sense if you’re not here to be found. How profound! The hounds are picking up your scent. You must pay the toll to move forward. When you get there pay your rent. Uh oh, it’s spent. That will really put a dent in your future plans of survival. Hide in the local theatre perhaps? Become part of some sort of revival. We’re not sure which one yet, but don’t fret, it will be the best one yet. Let’s get you out of that skin you’re in. We’ll get naked and sin, all night. That’s right, it’s tonight. Prepare for lovin’ not a fight.

You made it to the end of the road, end of your life. The strife isn’t as bad as you thought. Yes it is! No, it’s not! Ah well, who cares anyway. Turns out that play was a bust. Ah well. The car begins to rust. No more trust, in the system. Just some cysts in your urine, how do you start over? The train to the cliffs is leaving. You walk out. Reach out your hands. Take one step. Now you’re gone for one thousand infinities. Good night.