Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
rainy season damage one unlucky boxer in a very open marriage guilt is one heavy anvil the world is full of fetishists honestly, I had to look online for the meaning of the term broken toy scratch on the inside dark corners of the dating scene only empty wine bottles better than any show on TV sometimes you don’t have to lead the insane to happiness, but to follow it’s okay, his father’s a writer
he spent four weeks
away from his family
in a rented apartment
somewhere on
the outskirts
of town
he told them that
he needed this
he was a writer
needed to focus on his work
conducting his research
undistracted
his little girl would call
from time to time
asking daddy to hold his
phone against his forehead
while she made a kissing sound
on the other line
very wholesome
except he lied about
holding the phone
against his forehead
“How can you be
such a monster?”
asked the naked prostitute
sitting on the edge of his bed
“Shut up,” he said
tossed his phone on the desk
and unbuckled
It wasn't looking good at all the framed picture of Jesus had cuts all over it On the face In the hair On the hands joined in prayer And the eyes were crossed out deep and cut out why would he do that? Why would a five year old do that to the gift he got from grandma? Was the child possessed? Oh, God! Was the child possessed by the devil? They took him to church to find out and the priest asked him why did he cut the Jesus in the framed picture and the kid said, "I wanted a bike, not a stupid picture!" "He is definitely possessed," said the priest "You'll have to bring him to church every Thursday and Sunday. And I will give you further instructions." Grandma fainted mother broke down crying Father got him a bike actually. But mother and grandma made sure it won't reach him. Because father left mother and went away to live a life of sin with another woman. All ties had to be cut with that sinner. The bike was donated to a foster home where the nuns pasted a picture of Jesus on the basket to protect the rider from accidents But the first kid who rode it fell off while climbing a slope and the bike slid across the asphalt leaving deep scratches into the face of Jesus
the knight piece of a chess board is a sharp thing because of the horse's pointy ears This old man came into the ER with one of those stuck in his eye and of course the medics asked how the hell did it happen He told them he didn't see with that eye anyway "Yes, but still, why did you do it? Why would you stab the piece into your eye like that?" Someone whispered 'dementia' The patient was in his mid eighties He told them, "I just had to get out of that place. Y'all have anything to drink 'round here?" The next day an article had been printed in the local paper titled WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER PUT YOUR OLD PARENTS INTO A NURSING HOME It was long and few people read it
there was nothing
to explain here
the man’s wife told them
everything they
needed to know
Her husband wrote poetry
Yes, that would be enough
to explain why
he cut off his penis
and tried to use it
as a pen
before collapsing
on the desk,
blood pooling
at his feet below
Being a poet was
more than enough
explanation for
what he did
She didn’t need
to tell the paramedics
that her husband
had been looking
for inspiration
“He’s a poet,”
was more than
enough
They understood
He comes home from art school and finds cold food on the table and a note Something along the lines be good, eat, do your homework, clean your room, be good Love, mom He puts the food in the microwave pushes the buttons waits takes the food out eats There's a mirror on the wall across the table and he stares at his reflection as he eats, watches the way he chews the food He turns the TV on and then off again The house is silent as always He gets into the bathroom and removes his clothes steps into the shower cabin turns on the hot water stands under it, shoulders slumped, looking down The glass walls of the cabin fog up He smiles raises his finger draws a feminine shape on the steamy glass and rubs his hard penis against it He knows that's all the art he will create and all the love he'll get
This morning too it jumped on his bed and cried and pounced on his face and licked his forehead Now he had a reason to wake up To feed the cat And he had a reason to take showers Because the cat didn't like to lick a greasy face He had a reason to go out and look for work Because cat food wasn’t free And he had a reason to come back home Because the cat would miss him He had a reason to live And it was a tiny reason to live but it still beat all the reasons to die
The soul must know something that the mind can’t comprehend That’s what they said when they watched him from afar He slept under the bridge at night During the day the poor fool sat by the river banks and threw stones into the water All day long With obsession And when he’d see no other stones he’d start crying Few things are more disturbing to the ear than the cries of an adult He had a family some years ago, they said Had a wife and kids And a job in the mine yonder Then a boulder fell on his head one day and along with his mind it took everything away from him
Daydreaming as a profession 