#jackal1433

Buxom twenty-somethings fix street lamps.

But first, faces hover inches from pavement.

They took common sense...

Threw it in the street...

Kicked it into the sewer.

The men with brown pants seem to have their shit together.

Long bus rides from short trips.

Descriptive colors invoke images.

All invoked images are horrible.

It’s all bad news.

Shithole denizens make use of images unreal.

Boring assholes are outside keying cars and smoking stockroom boys.

Staying childish enough to stay out of heaven.

The adults are allowed heaven.

Most are licking wounds from red tridents.

Wild wolf become redundant.

They move men through sickly, wet snow.

Cowardly men butter biscuits and clean shit stains from underwear.

Everyday seems like King Kong.

Something big and stupid that only exists for purposes of melancholy and sorrow.

Halloween scarecrows bleach in July.

Smartass kids light them on fire at nightfall.

Mental patients want to be left alone to think about tits.

The black nurses still pinch thighs for obedience.

There is rarely a pitchfork sale.

Your enemy can always see you coming.

Unless you’re a pre-ejaculator.

That’s today’s lesson.

If life is cum, cum fast and often.

Melting assholes stink up the highway.

Punch after punch...

I keep shaking my jaw and stare at your fuckin’ ass.

I didn’t forget to water the flowers.

That’s right.

They’ll live forever.

Distilled water strips nutrients.

Ex-girlfriends strips everything else.

I stick my fingers in blacktop.

I stick my fingers in my nose.

I want to smell industry all day.

A car flips ten times on the interstate.

An old man gets out.

An eagle lands on his hood.

He speeds away.

His life is speeding in front of him.

But it’s taking too damn long.

A concrete embankment is punctuation.

A fella in the middle of nowhere-America is sick of his dick and wishes for tits of his own.

Daddy peers through the keyhole jerking off.

The pot roast is ruined.

Mommy puts the rest of her cigarette out in it.

Stuntmen are vaulted into the air.

Crows heckle as he hits Herald.

Herald is the director.

Girls are coerced into nudity.

Middle-aged men freely walk around.

Their cocks haven’t worked in years.

Run ones hand over dough with a marble inside.

Orgasms muddy up shorts.

Shit does a better job.

You shit your pants.

You get sent home.

A man sees a red planet.

A man walks on a red planet.

A man inhabits a red planet.

A man gets tired of red planet.

Fuck’em!

I seldom feel the urge to throw myself through glass doors these days.  Most of my time is spent sitting on grassy knolls tapping my toes together as ants crawl up my arms.  I can smell and feel fall coming on.  I nearly forget how I haven’t fucked in over a year.

Spiders no longer tell me their troubles.  Small birds seem to be getting along just fine.  When I walk down the street, I don’t look for dour faces, just high-fives.  I kick flowers up and put them in my lapel.  I started wearing clothes that have a lapel.  Christians and Atheists buy me dinner.  Dogs strut when I get near.

The sun drips over the moon like an orange creamsicle in July.  My days and nights are delicious.  Girls have started to call.  No longer am I in a fevered waking nightmare of sexual deviance, their no longer frightened off.  When I shave, there’s nary an ingrown hair.

Jesus “freaks” give me thumbs up.  When I masturbate I achieve full erections.  When I cum, I laugh heartily at human behavior.  When I dream, choirs sing as I fly through the air whimsically bursting clouds.

I eat and the calories don’t go straight to my ass.  Phone calls are received unsolicited.  I watch Japanese cartoons without the hope of panty shots.  My drivers license expired.  My new picture looks like Burt Reynolds.  Young people appreciate my insight into music and movies.  They laugh at my jokes.

Young women no longer scramble for a phone to call police.  They tell me they will make love to me.  They can see how I looked a hundred lbs. ago.Different races are no longer represented by fools.  Every man is judged by his mettle.  Birthday balloons float longer than they should.  I am rarely reduced to a fat,alcoholic, retard.  Girls that cheated on me are now living in squalor, remembering how funny I am.

My car starts the first time, every time.  I never run out of cigarettes.  The radio only plays my favorite music.  I kicked everyone's ass.  All celebrities have dropped dead.  The grass grows evenly short.  I never run out of money.  Women can’t stop blowing me.  I’ve won an academy award. Everyone who doubted me committed suicide. All dogs DO go to heaven.  I rarely need to re-wipe my ass.  I can function like a human being...

BZZZ

My clothes are done.

Of course this is all a lie.

I shit my pants.

Enfeebled and infantile.

My back has a knot the size of a killers fist is at the top of my ass.

A big killer.with big hands.

There’s a myriad of random screaming all around.

Everyone looks like they want to kill you.

Or at least humiliate till they reach full-blooded erections.

The cashier regales customers with tales of “Slapping the motherfucker in the mouth.”

They all cackle, readjusting their switchblades in pockets.

Their vehicles all have some sort of placard that promises aggression toward strangers.

A black guy at the gas pump asks a woman across the street, “What the fuck are you looking at?”

The redneck glares at the blacks playing music loudly.

Everything is aggressive and stupid.

And when I say stupid, it’s not in a dismissive way.

If someone has a gun in your face, no amount of qualifying their actions as “stupid” will stop bullets.

No.

The people sharpen their scythes while you and I think about hopes and dreams.

It’s insane to walk around like this.

I think about mass graves from some human atrocity to calm myself.

I have to go to work in three hours.

In three hours I will be leaning over a toilet scrubbing flecks of shit.

Speeding down the street in my 1970 Dodge Challenger with pistol grip gear shift, I noticed my big my cock.  I smacked into a street lamp.  The First Responders were all women.  They were so busy applauding my cock, that I died.  A dyke hit me with electric paddles.  It brought me back and made my cock more impressive than ever.  The queers carted me on their shoulders to the hospital.  I was stealing cotton balls, tongue depressors and latex gloves.  The doctor walked in with my chart. As soon as he began to talk, I said “Fuck Off”.  The black janitor high-fived me as I left.  At the bus stop a little boy took his sisters candy.  I punched his fucking face as hard as I could.  He shits his pants.  A war vet grabbed my arm.  I kneed his nuts till he let go.  The bus smelled like dry cum. I put my hands over the drivers eyes till we flip the son-of-a-bitch over.  I kick everyone back inside. I get a match to strike.

FLAME

GAS

BOOM

Glad I didn’t quit smoking.  The explosion is fucking loud! A school for the blind had just let out.  The students were swinging their sticks around like orchestra conductors.  Their dogs nipped at them.  Shit, my pants are nearly burnt off. I steal a bike.  I hold my cock so it doesn’t get caught in the spokes.  A hippie chick is wearing bright orange orangutan jeans.  They eat into the crotch.  She paid me $500 and I took an autographed photo for her.  Almost home...hungry.  My favorite pizza joint...three large loaded pies.  The kid tells me “Thirty-Seven bucks...” or some shit.  I give him a Polaroid of me giving the middle finger.  He calls the manager.  I tell him that i can drink every beer in the restaurant and eat the three pies, if he puts up the deed to the place.  “If you don’t..” I cut him off. “...I won’t show your mother my cock!” He starts punching and I start chugging.  Two hours later, everyone is crying and I puke in the street with the deed.  My place is across the street.  My key works.  I break it off in the lock and kick the shit out of the door.  I’m in.  Some old bitch is crowing about cops.  I grab her ankles and smash her head around the foyer.  In my place, a small fan oscillates.  A cat is on the fire escape.  I serve her a saucer of milk and a can of tuna.  I wash my hands.  I get two slices of whole grand bread.  There are three slices of American cheese. I used them all.  A small pan lays on medium-high heat.  A pat of butter joins shortly after.  The sandwich goes in.  The sun is setting.  I have to get up early.  A spatula helps me peek at one golden side.  More butter and a flip. a small plate and a cold glass of milk is at the ready.

PEEK

GOLDEN

Exposed claw hammers scrambles brains.

Fluttering childishness...

Feathers too black to be a cardinal...

Feathers too red to be a crow...

Brow-beatings turn into rape.

Glitter horses have to be drawn to be remembered.

Hulking tumors leave either half-smiles or predatory nature.

New horse shit is used to cover old horse shit.

Soft old baby sheets bring calm and comfort before sad teeth end you.

A stinking maw parts to kiss your face.

Drunk bones work without the heart.

Screaming out at modern culture begs for dismemberment.

The quiet people notice the wilting arrangement as the others cackle.

Arson makes sense as the season changes.

The hardest part of cleaning is getting started.

Small fowns greet a smudge on wing tipped shoes.

Elegance is always lost before the bloodshed.

Parading ones quills isn't always the best strategy.

Dig...

Dig...

Dig in deep.

When you need to be removed it may be too late.

A person on a machine talks about a hit-and-run accident, footage is shown.

A car speeds.

Bodies fly.

A driver smiles.

I draw a series of misshaped circles in response.

Soft old baby sheets confuse me.

I feel calm.

The blood stops pumping as fast.

My wings tuck in uniformly to my body.

I close my mouth and forget I can fly.

Then I remember how to beg for my life.

Then my cries for help turn reflexive.

I am nothing now.

My husk carries on spasmodically.

The dying creates the dead, afterward, self-centered ghoulishness creeps back.

A concern for ones own husk returns...

Floors remain...

Electricity remains stolen.

Heartless bones continue to move.

Tumors continue to feast and fester.

Harrowing days come in all shapes and sizes.

Cowardly behavior resulting from kindness ends in soft and languidly drawn periods.