Only Friends, Nothing More: On Molesting Retards and Leading Men to Their Deaths
published in Eyes Impaled by Spikes
A sweet raven flew into my room full of claustrophobia, it landed on my bed, it used its beak to tear a hole in my fitted sheet, a big mouth formed over time, growing silver teeth, purple gums, and a soft tongue; sex ripped the mouth open wider, hairy bodies are swimming in a pool of saliva, the raven caws for the noise to stop; time removes emotion, you stepped on my garden flowers, so I sentence you to death by natural causes;
Beautiful souls with killer instincts are happy, relaxed, and engaged,
Stimming today is finger flicking, toe curling, and arm rubbing;
Oh, how these fidgeting outlaws love the taste of cereal,
colored marshmallows made from boiled animal parts, and the
cravings for a good mystery, “who took the cookie from the cookie jar,” audiovisual comfort manifested in slowed down Mickey mouse cartoons, Adam will kick holes in the wall if he can’t play GameCube,
if you bring Sarah into any long hallway, she starts to scream,
Billy throws toys at the ceiling when the AC turns on,
Jennifer punches people who take off their hats too quickly,
Kingston rips up construction paper and then staples it together,
he holds up his creation and says: “Prehistoric Dinosaur,”
Jeremy walks around rubbing his head asking for candy and a knife,
Andrew pulls on the teachers’ hair if the door isn’t shut all the way:
“we have to keep the doors open so that nobody
can accuse us of molesting the autistic kids;”
the day before Halloween ––
I’m dressed up as a suicidal leaf blower
talking to my bar manager wearing a cowboy hat,
I’m slowly watching him relapse in front of me,
he didn’t drink for 2 years before this weekend;
I’m making my boss share a pbr with me
while we shove whiskey down our throats;
a midtown bartender comes up to the bar,
he’s the lead singer of a screamo band, he’s relapsing too,
“my costume this year is an alcoholic who can’t stop;”
I turn to my boss and he says, “it’s so hard to stop,
to go from everything to nothing, I just want to have fun;”
My boss was shipped to Iraq as an 18yr old from 2014-2016,
he was in charge of 30yr olds who didn’t know
what the fuck they were doing;
His barracks buddy (M25) shot himself in the head with a shotgun,
My boss was just an e5 sergeant, but now the stress is eating at him,
trash bags on street corners placed around town, intentionally,
my boss thinks they’re IUDs ready to explode at any moment;
“do u have a glock19 in your pocket? I do. With an extra magazine.”
he gives me his keys to the front door and his hat, he says,
“you’re the boss now, you will be like my grandfather, a Vietnam cowboy, and I will go, I reckon I’ll be a welder soon, searing together brass and aluminum; be sure to lock the door behind me, and thank you for everything.”