A poem on my 23rd birthday

between the time
i went to sleep last night
and when i woke up this morning
not much changed
the economy is still in shambles
i am still broke
my bills are still due
people are still homeless
men and women are still dying
in the name of invisible men in the sky
women are still getting raped
all the bullshit humans inflict on each other
is still going on
nothing is different or special about today
except my wallet felt a little thicker
under my ass
as i drove to work this morning.

Slayer

A
vampire
lives
in
me.

I
kill
him
every
time
I
stab
a
pen
through
my
heart.

Aftertaste

my
lips
taste
best
when
they
taste
like
your
lips

The American Night Terror

when i wrapped
the noose
of hundred-dollar bills
around my neck
i saw
flashes of
the future
images of
business meetings
expensive dinners
nights spent
in my favorite recliner
watching cable
quaint suburban neighborhood
all the houses look the same
2.5 kids
a warm afternoon spent
landscaping the yard
stock market mood swings
so i kicked the chair
out from under my feet
and i was only alive
long enough to feel
my neck snap

On Our Knees

the ones
with the
guns make
the rules
& they
have got
us on
our knees

we've only got
our pens
and paintbrushes
whittled down
into shanks
to fight
them off

the minute
we put
them down
it's
lights out
for us

Hide & Seek

Death
is the best
hide & seek player
in the world
he plays dirty
and lurks in the dark
he will find you
at the bottom
of a bottle
or in the shadows
of a bar or
the alley outside
even your own home
is not safe
the best way
to fight Death
in the dark
is to leap from bed
in the morning
with a clear head
swinging
swinging
swinging
through the fog
until you feel your fist
connect with Death's lower jaw
and you break it
fucking off