Today I died some.
Buttoned my blue collar a little tighter,
My face a little more sour purple.
Stalin would have been proud.
Today I buckled my boots and clicked my heels some.
Raised a hand and saluted death some.
Today I watched the news and got duped into
Buying eight rolls of duct-tape.
I counted my nickels at the Abercrombie counter,
Buying that shirt I could get fucked in.
Today I painted pictures in Muslim blood
And on one side of the wall they cheered.
I puked up my soul
Then, and shrieked At its spare ness.
I drank some
Until my head exploded. Until
I was shrieking Merry Christmas
To all, and to all…
And to all…
Just the mornings hangover.
We missed the point of red chickens
Flying toward a watery sunrise.
But maybe all the duct-tape
will help us