Migraine

Where were you, you little bastard?
Where were you hiding
As I turned out the lights last night?

Fourth Place Poem

I’m all about fourth place, after the smoke’s gone.
Make sure the night has all the stuff it brought.
I’m all about fourth place, when the owls get up.
Over the power lines she’s got all the lights off.

I am Train

Slow to start heavy at heart

Creaks and moans heavy my bones

Satanic Sticks Poem

We found those Satanic sticks
that have no leaves, just thorns
and discovered that you can impale
half-empty Coke cans on them from a distance.

Insanity is Gray

The color of insanity I cannot say — it is a blur.

Plastic Tacos Poem

The guitar was so loud you couldn’t hear it
or even its echo, losing patience.
The videos had no privacy, fits
of responsibility, or golden rule of omniscience.
I thought I saw him pull off his jeans as a joke
near the $7 water bottles, boiling.
I knew only the idiots who covered his songs…

Fish Tank Poem

Don’t make me change my socks again.
Listen to my theory of everything:
the lizard people invented atoms
as a way to distract us from TV and golems.

Degenerative Hips Poem

Back on the sidewalk, penny loafers and white chalk,
fanny-pack violator, Big Bird and tuition wavers,
like a flag vendor, hoping she blows a senator,
menacing on yacht, stab a fish right in the crotch.

Confetti and Kazoos Poem

He got really good at Xbox
and not laughing at anything funny,
just the downer stuff slipped into his grin.
His Bronze Star got stuck in the garbage disposal
(just from bacon grease, not a political statement).

Duct Tape Poem

Bro, put the duct tape back on the bumper;
I’m gonna try to start it again.
The TVs are all coming on,
and they might be setting off the rain.