🚀 go-pugleaf

in my report to the board i described how i wandered around
through the wreckage of my dreams and there was some air in
the smoke, but not much.  Breathing Was Fun Then.  Also, I
liked stealing everyone else's thing, making faces in the
mirror, using those disgusting things in the garbage, and
imagining for a moment that i didn't spend all those hours
laying my head on the railroad tracks
the trains would come and brush me back
their wheels would crush me head to toe
but that was oh-so-long-ago
and I sleep for a year and a day

Yes, it's all very well to be clever, but is there any money
in it?  That was the question on my mind then and when I
asked her what the word "remember" on her keychain meant she
said, "Remember to take my pill."  As in THE pill, as in, I
realized she is fucking SOMEBODY and it's not ME.  I wallowed
in self pity, rubbed myself in brylcream, dashed down the
aisle, and filled the communion decanter with scorpions and
boy were they ever surprised!

Also, I liked sealing everyone else's think, making feces in
the merest, using those glovey things in the garage, and
imagining for a moment.

Turn on, tune out, hard up.  I failed the turing test, twice.
After that, they wouldn't have me back, even though I Know People.
Laughing like a dildo buzzing on a wood floor, I slowly backed
out of the room, woke up, and burned the place down.  "How much for
a dollar?", I will ask the bellhop.  Guadalcanal, vacation spot of
the stars.  Back then, the boys were men, and the men were lovely.
I'll start an arty newsletter with an obscure name and find a whole
new gang to make my enemies.

But first I have to get back to work;  there's so much weeping
to do, little sessions with the collection agency, pissing off
the neighbors, and of course, lots and lots of fun driving!

the last green light has flickered on
outside the five & dime.
our parents lay down in their busy graves.
our childrens' souls we scorn to save.
we hang the wreaths on our cherished brave
and sleep for a year and a day.