Piss colored sweat stains drying out on my wifebeater
as bourbon bleeds out of my sleepless pores.
Anti-depressants
that blew me up like summer roadkill
sit unused in my kitchen cabinet.
I will try to feed them to the stray cats.
This seventeen year-old laughter
comes bursting out
all manic and spit-flecked
at funerals
and declarations of love.
Laughter at bitter memories
like a foul chattering wind through the
tracheal cartilage clarinet
deedledeedledeedledeedldeedledeedle...
and my ass itches
and I stink
and women are afraid of me
and I don’t care.
Sleeping with
a blue-steel equalizer
under the pillow.
Waiting for the stranger’s reveille.
goodnight... goodnight.
-Austin, TX. 1998
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