Do you remember
The Abbey?
Is that?
I'm pretty sure
it was one of those places
where I tried to kiss you.
I heard the benches are gone
and there's pool tables now
and the clacking of the balls
sing the song of selling out.
I remember the way
the light would come in
super harsh
through the big windows.
buzzed on a Tucher
so much
that wouldn't be


Sometimes I wish
when this crazy bitch said
"Please stop talking to me
I just want to end this conversation"
she actually meant it
instead of me realizing
oh shit
here comes another
chemo fueled batshit crazy argument
where she takes everything driving her mad
and shits it all over me
via her pie hole.


I thought maybe
the vaccine would be
having its way with me today
but no
it's just my fault
I'm still writing
not so great poems.

Today my kid said
he figured he was so comfortable
taking his writing exam
because all the time he spends
writing up dossiers
on horror game characters
(instead of paying attention to class)
transferred, skill-wise
to his writing exam efforts.

I told him I was so proud
and I fucking loved him
and he told me
he fucking loved me too.

And that's
all I can fucking ask for.


My aunt at the Best Buy
calling asking me what she should buy
not knowing what's even wrong.
It's like she knew
I had the day off
and might actually pull off
a nap
in the middle of the day.
Can you imagine?
Sleeping soundly
in the middle of the day
while the construction people
clip and chip
at old tiles
that drag and clank.
I almost spent
the whole day in sandals.


I am a cautious person
even in videogames.
god forbid
I alert this troll
to my presence
causing him
to smash me
against the rocks
so I respawn
a five minute walk away.
I might have to put on some music
and the autorun
and find my corpse
to retrieve all my stuff. 
I mean,
I have a really good axe,
you know?