Why Not Save My Soul?

he’s a worthless b*****d, my soul,
drunk and slithering the lane
like an AWOL bridge troll

whose run out of billygoats

to bugger and harass,
foul words sprout from his face

like hairy moles and spontaneous

battle scars,

street mutts from the alley
sniffing at his trashy trail

with bulbous junky eyes,

and flaccid giraffe tongues,
every rancid phrase he vomits up
strikes home like a sniper headshot,
the rotten potatoes of fortune eaten,
I drown my ratty dreams in a bucket

of soup-skinned piss I found at the jobsite,
and, as if by the decree of the belligerent god

of some hole-in-the-wall theology,
torrents of machinegun hail

break the skin of haloed heads,
while, at home, my wife cries
and I gather random sharp objects

to stab into the eyes of my weeping

heart, who sings a muddy old blues

hymn called 'Blind is Better than Broke.'

Reviews

[roarke]

When I read your stuff, it's like being in this rich Filini-on-meth film, smack in the middle of it with no exit sign. colors, sounds, smells, all in the back of the balcony where the seats are sticky and the ushers are procreating demons.....
Like I always say, why use a fine back saw when you can use a chainsaw. Ya wanna make fine coffee tables or ya wanna get the job done?
dug it.

[Kenneth The Poet]

What the rest of them said.

[OT]

f*****g A - you don't just write a poem, you write a scene, a time, a smell, a place, a sight - all brutally imperfect and all the more perfect for it - little sensate snapshots covered in grime and a thick coating of life! good to see you still pumping them out!

[Chris]

Brings me back to - other - days when we actually spoke this way and then laughed our asses off. Relevant is where ya find it... and when the mouth is open laughing - cheese balls can arc in and flow right inside.