the boys will understand

one more scroll with
the thumb on the
screen
reveals an ad
with a message that
reads
YOUR DREAM COMING TRUE

He immediately
skips it

but the mind
dwells on it
a bit longer

Dream come true?

People should stop
associating
the achievement of dreams
with happiness

It’s rarely, if ever, the same
thing

He repeats this to
himself and feels like
some philosopher or something
as he lies in bed
and takes his eyes
from the phone screen
to look across the room
at the desk where
his girlfriend plays some stupid
video game on the PC

She’s got headphones on
and the mic activated

She’s got it
all

Spiky
green hair, gothic makeup,
piercings in ears, nose, lips,
tongue, brow, navel, nipples,
socks with cat paws at the feet, a
six-pack of white Monster
by her side

and of course
attitude

“Aaah! I really, really hope your
first child fucking dies!” she
screams at the top of
her lungs
into the mic. Obviously addressing
some player in her game.
“Yeah! You heard me! I hope your
child fucking dies and you bury
it so I could go and
dig it the fuck up. Yeah! I’d
bring it home
and shit down its sorry little
throat and then inject my piss
into its little dick hole with a
syringe. And then I’d put a fucking
iron rod through its anus
and see it come out through
the mouth
and roast it like a fucking rotisserie
chicken with a flame torch,
and then film myself while I
fucking eat it!
I’d send you clips every day, fucker!
Every fucking day! You hear me!?”

Yep, that
attitude…

“Achieving your dreams
does not
necessarily bring
happiness,” he says
aloud from the
bed
but she doesn’t hear him
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he’s wrong, but he’ll never know

he rarely goes out
in the summer

mainly just sits
inside
in his shorts
and drinks beer all
day and types
endless words on
a mechanical keyboard

it's not even attached to
anything
not connected

there's nothing to
connect it to

he's got no computer
and no
electronic devices in
the whole house

The keyboard he found
in the dumpster
one day while taking
out the trash

mostly crumpled
beer cans

On that day he was
approached by some homeless
dude
who began calling him stupid
out of nowhere

"Why you do this, man?"

"Do what?" he asked, ready
to throw punches

"The goddamned cans! Why you
throw 'em like this?
Why did you crush 'em?
Now they're worthless!"

The homeless dude was
trying to tell him
that the cans can be
recycled for money
but he would not
understand

He was too much of a wild
beast
too antisocial

he lived among people
but not with them

and would hate them
for no reason

Back inside his
concrete cave
he would imagine
himself loved
and appreciated
by the masses

and would write
songs and
odes for them

all he needed in life
was that
and alcohol

and sure
he thinks he's very unique
in this
but here's where
he's wrong

No matter though

he'll never know
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the great gambler

we all know what makes an
athlete great

what makes a martial
artist great

a fisherman

a chef

a mountain climber

a race pilot

a painter

a hunter

sure

but

what makes a gambler
great?

Now this is rarely
if ever
asked

Somehow the answer, “he who wins
most and loses least is
a great gambler,” remains
unsatisfactory

It would’ve been fine
if we were talking about
a boxer for example,
but gambling… that’s another
hell entirely

winning a lot
doesn’t make you a good
gambler. A lucky guy
maybe
but great gambler?
Not so
much

I don’t think there’s
such a thing as a great gambler
but I do think this one kid
from my hometown came
quite close

He didn’t win or lose
or gamble a lot in the first
place, but he
was always the dumbass who said
shit like, “Hey! Bet you I
can throw this here
stone all the way over that
there branch on that tree.”
And before picking
up the stone he’d take out a
butterfly knife from some pocket
and open it before you. “If I miss,
I get eight cuts across the
arsehole. But if I don’t miss, you
get the cuts.”

Or he’d say, “Look, we stand
right here an’ toss the
coin at the wall, see? The one that
lands closer wins.
The loser gets this nail stuck into
his dick hole. You in?”

Whenever there was any
competition of
any kind, he’d instantly come up
with something like, “Loser has to cut off his
foreskin and wear it like
a wedding ring for seven days.”

An’ he was hella serious
with that shit too

He wasn’t the smartest fellow
in town
and I’ve never seen any of
those penalties being
carried out

Soon as he came of age
he suspended all school activity
and got a job
as a construction worker

I’m pretty sure he
never won any
money from gambling

Yet he’s still the greatest
gambler I know

Cuz no matter what
he does
he always bets on his
life
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when you no longer see the shadow of what kept you strong…

"When you no longer
see the shadow of what
kept you strong
it's time to let go."

Those would be the last words
he wrote
at the back of the notebook
he filled with thoughts
and rants
and poems

‘Thoughts That Come From
The Heart’
was the title

and the work will remain
for long after he'd
pass away

At least that was the plan

But alas,
as he gave his final breath the
cigarette rolled from his fingers
to the desk and all the way
down on the shaggy carpet

It was a matter of minutes
until the
whole room became
a snapshot from the inferno

It's almost like the gods
want to send
a message. They want to
say that poets
rarely
if ever
have happy endings

I'm starting to
believe that
more and
more as
the days pass
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Body Count

Super Grateful to have my new poem, "Body Count" published in the illustrious LOWLIFE LIT PRESS! 

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Skin tags

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Un cadavru în cameră (a dead body in the room)

Many thanks to MASTICADORES ROMANIA for publishing this one! 

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Shine bright

Many thanks to Gobblers by Masticadores for featuring my poem, "Shine bright"!

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she died by the time childhood ended

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Goals and ways

Many thanks to Gobblers by Masticadores for featuring my poem, "Goals and ways"!

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