Dear Undertaker,

give me a decent burial

don't let my wife kid you

by saying we have no money.

Give this note to the cops.

What is a few short years lived in hell.

Hell is all I have.

No more will I pay the bills.

No more will I drive the car.

No more will I wash, iron and mend.

No more will I eat the leftovers

cooked the day before.

This is no way to die? This

is no way to live.

At night I can no longer sleep.

I married the wrong nag--

nag-nag and lost

my life.

Dear undertaker,

give me a decent burial.

Hunger

Hunger. I awaken.

Cold. Bits of mummified

flesh stick to once alabaster

satin.

Hunger. The smell of

putrid, stale air. Still

my stomach roars.

Hunger. The last

breath of death escapes

my lungs. A guttural moan.

Hunger. I claw.

Wet brown soil gives

to what is left of hands

nails long and brittle.

Hunger. I begin

my search. To satisfy-

Hunger.

Untitled.

Pathetic.

Says a voice deep inside.

The person I wish I could be

as I lay awake through the night.

Weak little pup.

The voice continues to chide.

Perhaps this is the person

I could be - if only I tried.

If you want it go get it.

Is the virtue he extols,

but life is more complicated

than he seems to know.

If you refuse to shit or get off the pot.

There is only one option. Shut the fuck up.

"They"

Something a little lighter it still like everything thus far needs work.


I have a tale to tell,
about the night "They" came.
It was a normal evening
in the cool of December
and the clock read 2:03.

Little men made of gray,
with large insectoid eyes.
Flew in upon an astral skiff,
which sailed the planar sea.

Their tiny ship zigged and zagged,
through this sea of stars
and contrary to most beliefs,
"They" were not that bizarre.

"They: didn't try to cut me open,
to see my insides work.
Not once did "They" try to probe me,
nor did they act like jerks.
Instead "They" sang a merry song,
about the vastness of eternity
how long their people live
and the kraken of these seas.

When "They" finally returned me
it seemed a year had passed,
but the clock still read 2:03
and that my friend was that.