Leave me to a dank alley;
That’s more than good enough.
How different really from
The aisle I watched you walk
So full of hope,
So stupid?
When I get what I deserve—
Some malignant evil
Slurping the last dregs
Of my soul—
I pray to God they hook me up
To the Premium cancer nozzle
In the oncology ward.
Every time I get a dress shirt
I see your dress hanging there.
And if I squint just right
I get a nice vision of me
In its place:
Bug-eyed and blue tongue
Protruding.
And for real kicks
I leisurely read
The inscriptions
In our rings,
Engraved with lies,
Though we chose the nicest font.
Hey you,
Dumb God:
Are you oriented x3?
Can you tell me the truth
Or something like it?
And is the lemon flower really sweet?
I got no truck
Especially
From downtown,
So
I’ll take a dry heave to go
And yes
I want the group rate.
Because:
-I’ve watched the Chinese Downhill
-I’ve seen a dogfight over Libya
And I know:
-Time has owned my bitch ass from the moment I was born.
It’s okay.
Life is a sneak thief with
A pretty face, ugly shoes.
And some days you can’t die fast enough.
Steve says, "My work has been published by New School University's DIAL Magazine. I have worked as a legal proofreader, financial journalist and dot.com content strategist. I spent 15 years playing guitar in a dozen or so New York-based rock bands. I have been inspired by the work of William S. Burroughs, Lou Reed, and David Lynch."