all the answers to life and complete
philosophical enlightenment
can be found under a cup of day old coffee
but only on the second friday of every third month
when paired with a half smoked bargain cigarette
yes
we realize it is all a rather blatant lie
but rafael and i have nothing better to do
with our free time
besides
turn out blotchy paintings
and chase phantom butterflies
we have to amuse ourselves somehow
since loser seemingly went
a.w.o.l.
the sudden disappearance of a furry disciple
drives the parish a little mad
with a fine selection of ‘what-if’ scenarios.
once you get past the tears
i’m really quite fine with it
because
in theory
it sets the stage for a great movie
"two suicidal sex-starved faggots and their lost cat, loser."
oh
i am so devilishly
talented!
maybe one day all that untapped natural resource will pay off
and i’ll finally get the credit for putting food on our
proverbial table
we aren’t really poor
once you look past the dollar store shoes
and goodwill clothing
we just lack the wits
and parent-fed wealth
of our distant
‘dancing in the nude with men
but i’m flamboyantly straight’
friends
we are still mourning over modesty
curtains
and second-story maidens soaked in iodine
at three a.m. |
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