haunted_comedy

In searching for cork board
I found an old vision board
All come true.
Especially the images adhesed by cum
I roll it up like a piece of evidence. Like Columbo. Who is on the board. I can’t elaborate about what else is on the board. Not now. I’ll investigate it later. It could yield something. It doesn’t want to be rolled up. It fights me like a snake as I slip a rubber band down its neck and stand it upright. SIT!

Today in the alleyway
I Saw A Woman Say
Ever so bashfully
“Excuse me hehe”
To a Raven
Who Internally bleeding
Squawking in distress
Hobbled
Grounded
Outside
Her apartment door
I squinted
Even though my shades were
Already ink black

Inflicting alleged renewal
Wrapping friends in
My own snakeskin

Extracting vows
From their mouths
Pocketing my Change
From cheap hands

Popularity under God alone
Drawing on the walls

A Mental chiropractor looks up from texts
About a New moon
To see his Latina neighbor (?)- the one he has been awaiting (?)
He considers jogging outside just to cross paths
But doesn’t trust his own shorts
Too ballsy
Not to mention his own taste
Its meant to be, he consoles himself
Later is all
In my car, at dusk, a cigarette, a smile,
a snakeskin
freshly dry
Cleaned