Saturday, February 15, 2014


i’m flinging out “fuck you”s 
like fornication is a greeting
going out of style-

no amnesty for the assholes,
and no pity for the pissed off;
get in line, why don’t you?

who the hell has time
for tenderness 
in this torn-up shit hole 

and these days 
i don’t dream much;
real life is scary enough
without the self-inflicted scarring
from hindered hope
(me thinks you underestimate
the scope of this dilemma)

it's too late, losers,
we've engaged in indiscriminate

so squint your eyes,
through the ashes 
you can see 
god falling