GHOST IN THE SHELTER

“It’s like stepping on
A roach, you spread
The eggs.”

You’ll seek out
What you love
In the end
And you’ll have
It and then we
Can all die in
Abject terror

Books had every-
Thing, movies missed
the point, and music
Was just something
You needed

It’s in the clearing
Just ahead. Right over
There, you see?
Battered and
Bloodied and
Just as apt to
Kill you

And mom falling for
A virus scam on
Her new
Computer and
you being so
Enraged that she
Fell for that
Shit that you lose
Your cool

Check into the
Culture wars,
Bore me to
Death, the
Right is
Now
The
Left

And it didn’t even
Take two news
Cycles before
They started
Banning
Everything

The mind becomes
Fogged over after
Decades of
Abuse and you
Can no longer
Remember what
You are anymore

Obtuse triangle,
Kelly LeBrock

The smock and
The apron

Serial killers, who’s
Next on the
Chopping
Block?

Find me in
Cleveland when
The beaches of
Tripoli find a new
Replacement

I’m not your
Natural
Resource,

I’m what you
Created

I won’t remember
That it’s 11pm

And no one will
Know I was
Here