jokes. on. me.

its surreal
the moment you see your body
under you
working of its on discretion
without your egocentric mind
all wraped up in it

its glourious and dissapointing

that i'm less than perfect
that the face i have is a memory of what
i always thought i looked like
in the mirror

another person
vaguely familiar

older
tired
makes faces, sticks out tounge,
to make the inner
me
the child
laugh
to hide the dissapointment
that my made up surreality
doesnt always fool me
or you.



Aha!

so anyway
there was art
and pretension
modest mouse convention members
joy division
pillars of water and ice
dissolved in the
red neon and
cut blue glass that no on was suppossed to touch
DOnt! TOuch! they say sternly
my mexican rice and beans
sit like a rock in my gut
shoulda had another drink
this poetry is slow
boring and the audience say
'AH hah..!' knowingly..
but they don't know
cause the poet doesnt know
or care if you 'AH ha! Ah HA!'
bollocks
driving in the car on the way home
seeing the india ink pool of sky with
dirty cotton balls seeping into it
having that feeling again
that feeling
wanting to peel away from the car thru the passengers window
and float up into that blue
float effortless away
into something elese
into bed
he snores
i can't sleep with the racket of
all tomorrows dissapointment
rolling around in my brain
constant.