Peace

Pouring a warm soda
over cold ice.
Pops and fizzles
as it melts away.

Tiny rockets of
carbonation
launching out
of the cool glass.
Gently wetting
my hand.

Slow drags
on my cigarette.
Lazy fan blades cooling
light perspiration on
my brow.

All is quiet,
all is calm.

You

I can hear you
In the back
of my head.

You tell me all the things
I could have done
to fix all lifes problems.

How could you-
Why would you-
If only you-

Fuck you

La-de-da

I made a rainbow with my stock
of bright and cheerful pills.

They sing la-de-da and dance for me.
Asking in a sickly sweet chorus
to be joined together in my gut.

They leisurely float down my lazy river
singing la-de-da.

They cheer as they make splashdown,
stripping themselves of their clothing.
Singing la-de-da.

Once naked they fraternize and frolic.
Their bare bodies melting into each other
creating bliss soup.
Singing la-de-da.

di·lap·i·dat·ed

Blind frustration bubbling
over the brim of your
eyes.

Slamming your hands down
on the piano of life
until your fingers bleed.
Hoping the noise will
drown out the drone
of the internal
monologue.

I’d prefer a power drill
to the forehead over
having to look at myself.

IT

Sweat it out
don’t show
IT
Chew it up
Chug it down
Choke on it.

Blend it
so it
IS
easy to swallow.

Bathe
Time to shine
chrome chills
up and down
gurgling pulses of
rot.