Gonzo #17

Inhuman

I’m A bit inhuman

I bit in a human

I’m just a human

I’m not like you ‘mon

All tomorrows funerals

Must wait until today's weddings

Graduations in the queue but first the list of failures

Today in the clouds

Tomorrow in the ground.

Sinners

There was supposed to be a great poem here

But it is lost

It materialized while in a dark movie theater while not watching the movie

My soul played a rhythm in my head

Then my imagination created words

I ate the popcorn

Unbuttoned my pants

To Let my belly hang

Trying to remember the rhythm the universe splattered in my consciousness like steamed ejaculate

I couldn’t write it down, as I had no paper in the dark

Could not make a note on my phone

As the screen was cracked and useless

The movie ended with Buddy Guy playing a guitar lick