A WRITER

 I’m blinded

Hands bound

Doused in what smells like gas

I know that voice

That touch

A stern caress

The smell of her breath

I realize that I am going to die

This will be my last time on this planet

Forgive me GOD and please hold me close

I move my feet around

Be still she whispers

To make sure I do

She gives me a knife to the belly

Light enters my body

I gasp and choke on my screams

With all my strength I try to stand

But I am going to die

She kisses me on the lips

Her face warm from tears

Goodbye

She tells me goodbye

Then I feel what must be fire

But feels like what I imagine lava must taste like

The pain smothers me asleep

I am in love

I wait for her

Like it’s 1130 on December 31’st

She came and went 

Like my truck driver Father

I’d wake just before she’d button her pants in the dark

Then the daydreams would begin

8 hours of emotions chasing each other on a playground

Happiness on a jungle gym

While frustration and boredom see saw up and down

I window watch for minutes

Forgetting her city suburb commute

When she arrives I exhale

Smile 

And take my place on the couch

As if I did not notice her arrival

I am such a pretender

 She’s telling me her prices

And I’m thinking, as her sun beat cheeks stare at me

These prices are too high

She smiles and waits to see if I’m interested

Fidgets as if I’m wasting her time

Time that could be spent on a paying customer who knows what he wants

I try to talk her down on the price

But her language is money

And I am not as fluent as she

I complain for a few more moments before handing her over the wadded up bills

When you want Thin Mints and Coconut Somoas you pay the price huh?

Corner Purchase

She’s telling me her prices

And I’m thinking, as her sun beat cheeks stare at me

These prices are too high

She smiles and waits to see if I’m interested

Fidgets as if I’m wasting her time

Time that could be spent on a paying customer who knows what he wants

I try to talk her down on the price

But her language is money

And I am not as fluent as she

I complain for a few more moments before handing her the wadded up bills

When you want Thin Mints and Coconut Somoas you gotta pay the price

FUCK TRANSFORMERS

Listen. If a big tractor trailer rides by and honks its horn you’ll jump a little. It’s loud. It destroys conversations that you’re having while driving on the highway. This brings me to my point. You would think having an Autobot as your friend is a good thing. It’s actually not. They transform beside you, oil and smoke falling out on your head and shoulders. It sucks. Not to mention the countless people killed in your presence. When a Decepticon and an Autobot fight buildings get demolished, cars get crushed. They’ve even used cars (with people in them) as rollerblades. Do you know how much it sucks to hear a family hollering under a giant robots foot while stuck in their car? A lot.