the f u dance

squito

the bzzt bzzt
in my ear
or is it in my head
the insanity
that comes
with being a well farmed
food source
for parasites
i guess


sorry
sixnineeleven

help

so i fukked up
and bad
say he
and now
i get this look of
oh you poor man
oh your poor wife
if you need any help at all
just give me a call
really
dont be proud
just ask for help
and we can help you

the fact is i dont want help
i want all the parasites
attached to my so called
drinking problem
to take a fukking hike
courts order a shrink for me
because i have
two shots before i head home
and some renatcop
with highschool dweeb demons
to exorcise
does his civic duty
by reeling me in in
nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah style
and now
me
no wheels to work
no wheels no play
sitting around
drinking all day

someone oughta look at that set up
its all about collecting cash
from the slow wildebeast
in the herd of drunken cows

help
i got your help

and he flips the bird


yikes

lawyer i know
once complained about
the unconstitutionality
of the dwi consequences
and to some extent
i agree

guess that gets weighed against
pulling up on a tree at eighty plus mph
and killing kids in a school zone
after ten beers


sorry
sixeigtheleven

lowbrow redux

bong murder


a boy
murders thousands on
videogameescape technobabysitting island
and plays with his ingrammacnine
it shoots through schools
he declares proud as if he were
charletonheston as if
he is the nra
at least on xboxpstwo whateverthefuck
funny how momspotsmoking bedroom eyes
leer at me before i explain the need for
some restriction to at least pgthirteen and then
hassled
she glares
and badmouths the boy as if
being twelve is a crime
worthy of a chemical lobotomy
ah
ya bitch
mommy aint no parttime job
you can put down
when you pick up
the bong


sorry
nineteenninetynine

lowbrow redux

all hail the boy


pile on the adderall
water down the boy
bring all the forces of human understanding
the church of chemical alteration
the inherent power differential
the vastness of the broken populous
bring them all
you will not kill nor even postpone
that glint of
fuck you
in his eye
ever
all hail the boy


sorry
nineteenninetynine

tyro

i was asked to
eval this tyro said he
he was holed up in some
special school quoteendquote
sitting at a desk with two stacks of
paper
one all blanks the other scribbled on

as i walk in
the brows are knit
as his unwavering focus
forces him to
scratch out a string of scrawl

he cocks his head
leaning back slightly
and smirks a secret smile

lemme see
says me
reluctantly he hands it over
looking to one side
with a quick glance or two
as i read

i savor each word
and reread it three times
hair bristling on my neck

news of psychosis
and his ultimate demise
have been greatly exaggerated

there is no evil in this boy

least
no evil from him

evil done to him
well
thats a completely different story

fuking adults


sorry
sixeleveneleven

inmate training

he continued
so hes locked up in this place
all teenage boys
all crimes listed on their faces
as they count off when
they pass through every door

lining up for lunch
they all get twitchy
salivating like pavlovs dogs
orders barked
from behind them

hints of
ill fuk you up
pass with every interaction
as the would be capos
jockey for a better slot
in the pecking order
cos thats all theyve got

a line of two kids come in
with three antsy adults
no shoelaces
and hospital scrubs on
stare are the floor
as they shuffle in

snuffers
says a drooler
as they cut the line for chow


he went on
i couldnt believe
that kids end up
in places like that

just goes to show
how little we actually know
says he as he ends the story
abruptly


sorry
sixtwelveeleven

bitch

court ordered psychotherapy
he snorted
he was pissed

the fact that the state could
impose
something so intrusive
its like
its like
like a fukking
proctology exam

he ranted
he spit when he spoke

well
what the fuk did you do
c finally asks him
annoyed that the
gossip worthy part of the program
was delayed well past his
attention span

and he explained

and it sucked

so now
he continued
i gotta make restitution
i gotta pay back for all my shit

c couldnt resist

guess it is true then
what they say

a pregnant pause
just to get back at him for
waiting so long for the dirt

paybacks a bitch

his teethed groaned
under the stress of clenched jaw
c knew he wasnt gonna punch anyone
ever again

j remarked at what apussy c was
and punched c in the shoulder
hard
deadarm

what the fuk c exclaimed now highly agitated himself

you know
j started and paused as well
theatrically one might say

what they say
that ones from him
but
its still a bitch



sorry
sixthirteenten

spitting on a duck

i walk up to d and hes clearing the
southwest corner of his property
he calls it a lawn
but its a carefully crafted collection
of sixteen or so
species of indigenous weeds
trimmed to the same height

lawns are tough to come by around here
waste of time and such most say


a poplar had fallen last summer
and the grey leaves cover the ground
under the twisted grey rotting branches

hes got most of the wood cleaned up and
cranks his pushmovwer over
determined to shred and eject the debris
off the hill at the edge

i look down and see the delicate orange wriggle
of an eft
trying to escape the slaughter

whoa says me
and i let the thing crawl on my hand
and set him by the rock wall

when the fuk did you
become a treehugger he snorts
ive been shooting them out the mower all morning

treehugger huh
i didnt get defensive
im not all greenpeace and peta
but mowing animals that
dont bite or ruin my crops
its a bit much
especially if its avoidable

i could say that it takes them three years
to grow out of the orange phase and become adults
i could go on about how they are a great
indicator as to how clean the ground is
no petro chemicals etc
but
nah
itd be like spitting on a duck


sorry
sixtwentyeleven

psychobabble redux

hes chainsmoking like a fiend

whats up i ask

gotta go talk to the shrink again he mopes

damn
that would fuk me up says me
fingers crossed


sorry
sixtwentyoneeleven