Drink up

Yellow teeth,
deserts in kansas
and stigmatizing smile
Fourteen minutes of safety
followed by two minutes
of repeated stab wounds to
the chest and gut
Do not let sadness and anger grow
Black cast iron pot filled with
bones and bones
and some water and salt
making bone soup and
you call that soup,
that's laughable
Train yard, train station
you have some fixation
with coming and going and
thousands of people
passing which,
is funny,
because you hate nothing more than
change
You dream of jellyfish constantly,
suffocating on that animated plastic,
killer afterbirth some kind of cruel
joke
Ramble, in your chair in the
empty room
in the
dark
in your apartment
in your hell
that is
a heaven
of sorts
Your sarcasm doesn't always outweigh your
weakness
Drink up
Forget
Your chin is nearly on your
chest