a po-em

the day doesn't always flow like you want
from morning to night like a fat oceanliner
It might
stutter stop
herky jerk you
like a quick jam on the brakes
when you're riding in the truckbed
that scares you a bit because you're close to the edge
drivers in traffic starin' starin' why you in the truckbed
fuck you no one over ten gets in here on purpose
don't judge me
this life didn't go like I wanted
from cradle to grave like a greased track
more like a broken bicycle you liberated
abandoned on a pole, chain all rusted to shit
ca-chunk ca-chunk fallin' in and out of gear
everyone lookin' why you ridin' that tiny busted bike
shut up, shut up
It can't be all Chrysler LeBarons
stop your starin'

in the mouth of the beast

This whale's tongue is soft and warm
I'll stay here until early morn
My size, it turns out, is a plus
I'm too fat for his esophagus

Epic Plans

Do you want to get wasted and lay in a lake?
And hold out a sword for King Arthur to take?
Do you want to get drunk and get paid 30 pieces
For talking smack about your buddy Jesus?
Do you want to get smashed and tear up Osiris
And hide him all over to piss off his Isis?
There's a hell of a lot we can do
With a 40, mythology, and me and you.