hungover
sleepy
too early
got out of bed
to terrible pain
my feet were killing me
they were covered
in dried blood
all over the bottoms
from gashes on my heels
how did this happen?
bathroom
thought I would shit water
but instead
baby legs came out
this horrible toilet paper
didn’t know what was coming
it’s met it’s match
rushed out the door
car is going as fast as I can handle
the colors of all these
awful cars is making me sick
suns too bright
Mick is telling me
that time is on my side
but I don’t know
if I believe him
in a hospital parking lot
chain smoking
in order to keep
the coffee down
that the well trained barista
fucked up
by putting sugar in
I think I just saw
a black lab
driving
a Ford Bronco
jesus christ
not this morning please!
suddenly
all around me
these big beefy women
in scrub pants
with huge asses
fat bellies
tits of some kind
and beautiful
well kept hair
are being deployed
all around my car
for some reason
shit
there’s a man
kneeling by an oak tree
like he’s praying after
a touchdown!
it’s too early for this
kind of ridiculous madness
why is no one doing anything
about all of this?
shouldn’t the cops be called?
am I visible?
I just realized no one
has looked at me
since I’ve been parked here!
am I corporeal?
my heart is beating
I have a pulse thanks the gods
just pulled up
a fat old woman
in the car next to me
she’s forcing
a Egg McMuffin in
her gob
she hasn’t looked at me either
maybe I should
scream something at her
like BLACK LIVES MATTER!
or TRUMPS A MURDERER
or MEDICARE FOR ALL
jesus I feel sick
the idea of shouting any slogans
no matter how true
has upset my stomach
the waves of throbbing
have hit my brain now
I have to get this awful coffee
down…
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