Inverted Hair Metal Love Ballad
The timestamps on word documents
And last played dates on songs
Remind me of
The evening I brought
You takeout
And your cat immediately
Entered the empty
Box when we took out
The food.
The quick dinner we
Ate before you
Drove back to
Normal,
Huddling together
In the hotel kitchen
And making a pot of tea
After we fucked.
Your cats sat on your
Counter and starred at us.
There was absolute
Silence in the trailer
Park.
February turning
To March.
Fucking in the back
Of a bookshop,
Getting lost and finding
My way home
By smelling the
Illinois river
From my drivers side
Window.
It’s a feeling,
Knowing that
I will not
Know the
Minutiae of your
Deaths.
No time and place information
Concerning
The evenings you will all
Get engaged,
Your first full time medical
Practice will remain
Unknown to me.
Everyone always leaves the
Hotel room earlier than they
Planned.
I tried to stay awake,
You watched cartoons
On the old console
Television.
That morning I walked across both first
And second floors
Looking for the front
Desk.
There were no other
Cars on I-74
That morning.
I always listen to top
40 country after
Getting laid.
I knew I would never see
You again.
Revolt of the Nine Angles
It seems like I’ve started so many
Poems by reminding my readers
That I am not a Freudian.
I guess there is
A reason we don’t
Have public
Discussions on the
Ethics of violence.
Cancer is not the demonic possession
Of medical science.
It’s so rare that we become
Lyrical about the way
Gravity weighs
Down on our hearts.
Humans are always
Trying to be
What we aren’t.
Lovers become parents,
Churches become
Governments.
As if syntax could make me
Anything other
Than a victim.
As if there is anything shameful
In not being a Darwinian
Success story.
The wind and rain
Are fluent mathematical
Languages.
The mathematics
Of analingus,
Antiseptics and
Non linear
Equations equally
Delicious.
I have spent the last three
Weeks terrified of
Mice.
They have infested my
House and
I already struggle
With high blood pressure and
Psychosis.
As said in recent popular
Science fiction
Television,
Before long rocket
Science will become
A working class
Handy-position.
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