Stained Mattress

A sickly old poultice
ran down my cheeks as I drank
and I cheered up pretty quick
when I saw a nice young lass
walking down the street.

She looked my way and smiled
great big like
in her pictures I once saw.
I saw her heart and saw
she really liked me.

She took every opportunity to
bust my chops
and I loved every minute.
a little bit of love in a
shitty world. I felt
better than I had all my life of
collecting tin cans and drinking
fish skin.

she baked me a cake called
flashy-feast. I dug in
but she had poisoned it with
too much love. too much love?

I fell down a whole
hole in the ground
and found myself in hell.
I was crazy and
wore tattered clothing like
usual. my feet melted and
I called for my love
to pull me out but she
ignored my calls and decided
instead to push me deeper
into the pit.

old bank
of brass
standard last
a control
point in my brain
stem. a dark
sector in my
prime.
a lisp in my
chin. Texan men
beating each other
handsome. Sickness
in a jar of aides
they are gay and they
like being gay. I can't
stand their presence though.

I waved one last time before I got on my
bike and took off.
I blazed a patch down the freeway.
a path down the parkway.
a line down the highway.

We scold each other
but it's okay.
We bend each other's
wills but we can handle
it.
I lick the salt lick
and the hunter watches
like a sting on the lookout
for a sexually frustrated young
man looking for a hooker.

Oh well - I speak Spanish so
maybe I'll just go to Mexico.