Roller Coaster


Everybody wants a reason to be tough
And your body is already a man
And you’re still in school
And living at home
And
Poem like a roller coaster
Torture
Turn those fuckers upside down and just hold them there
Run them through a cursing bed of knives
I know what I need to do
Whiskey leaves me dry
Shooting heroin into my tongue
Leave
Leave
Leave me a light on your blistering cunt
Letting it lick my listerine cockadoodledookie
The branches of your family tree are all rotten fruits
A breatharian spits out her air in disgust
Gusts of windbagladies chomping on your desiccated tit
This is your destiny, fuckers, if you’re lucky
But you matronly gentlemen most like will see your grave before you see the ass end of the greasy cable barn at Great America
Wait for me there
I’ll send a postcard
She’ll have a picture of your daughters
Posing on a sailboat surrounded by Mexican multiplex owners
Stare at me now, my mouth is a skin of frozen plantain, curling brown and never getting sweet
There you go
Take the rides now while you’ve still got fire in your balls
While your fingers tingle ladies when the boys gloat by
I AM NOT YOUR DESTINY
I AM YOUR SURVIVOR
I AM THE RESTAURANT YOU CAN’T GET THROUGH THE MAIN COURSE
BUT YOU’LL TAKE PICTURES OF ME FOR INSTAGRAM
And these are the nights of your laser beams
These are the pathetic wild seconds in your spinning glacial galaxy of a life
Ride the roller coaster, boys
Get up the zipper, girls
You’ll not get better than this.


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June 26 2019