special

Never close to death and further from life
Looking over the shoulder to copy answers
Orbiting dance floors like an irregular comet
The spit at the bottom of a beer glass
A collector of dead men drinking dregs
The photograph you burn was borrowed
The romance you had was second hand
Puking up Shakespeare because it was too rich to stomach
Fencing with chopsticks to pick up Basho
Who you choke on between mouthfuls of the always chosen special
How special is special when you always have the special?
You have a pulse – in your salad

replaced

Does it hurt to be replaced with a seven-inch piece of rubber?
Does it hurt to replace someone with a seven-inch piece of rubber?
The slow abstraction of the absent other into pornographic fragments
Shattered into tits and a cunt your face struck out
It’s all motor reflexes and junk information
Both coming to a point
He thinks he’s the zenith and she the nadir
Closer to death in a heavy breath laced with fear
Does it hurt to be collaged out of a magazine?
Does it hurt to be rewound on a silver screen?

an understanding

God coming through in the correlations
Jesus in the timetables naming the stations
A ration of wine watered down spilt on a tablecloth
This is my station I better get off
Faith is a journey doctrine’s a branch line
The slow emerging bruise of cynicism
Goes from tooth rot black to urine yellow
And I hate it all much less as I mellow
The poetry of Solomon seduces
And I don’t have to be torn in half by secular and religious

a petrarchaan sonnet

after settling down and you've gone to bed
brave conversations take place we'd avoid
because with you there our sentiments cloyed
around the idea of what you had said
accusations plagued us once we were wed
by false promises our union buoyed
by the seeming rose's thorn were we bled
and after all that effort i'm annoyed

can we do nothing to stem the new tears?
did our hard work mean nothing in the end?
everyone feels hopeless and empty
cancer has spread through us all through the years
did we build nothing on which to depend?
each must wonder did satan pre-empt me?

A Shakespearean Sonnet

all the people in movies never piss
bugs the hell out of me and should do you
it's not that they have camel humps like this
kid's comic book read before i met you
couldn't do it now read that awful shit
doesn't interest me reading of freaks
contains less than an ounce of basic wit
these geek boy fans talk about them for weeks
easy to forget that you were that young
pretend that you always had this much cool
leave your past exploits forever unsung
forget acne-hued days you were a fool
it was a bad joke and you move along
give your dues but you sing another song

A Spenserian Sonnet

arseholes, bastards, the fucking cunts and pricks
blockhead's sung of you once upon a time
assembled against apathy each sticks
clever men with an oscar wilde type rhyme
against capitalism sunk in lime
can we free the world from the passing buck?
their big budgets can buy a lot of time
cash sets you free you just don't give a fuck
can faith and perserverance bring good luck?
power distribution shows injustice
chance may never find the right string to pluck
divining now only where the rust is
every scheister shall then be unmasked
they will roast in the oil in which they basked