silly poem written in the bathroom at work part 4

if we all found out vitamins

were a big hoax

sugar pills - placebos

we’re just machines that

need fuel

pouring mysterious substances

down our gullets

hoping certain parts will

run better

“b12’ll getchur engine turnin’

over quicker, johnny”

i want a new engine

i accidentally pickled mine

(the steel has turned to gelatin)

in gin

silly poem written in the bathroom at work part 3

it’s cloudy in here

so funny you just have to laugh

to look down at your

arms on autopilot

what

are they doing even

where am i

i know where i should be

i know where i deserve to be

where i belong

but oh no no no no instead

i’m here, at least my body

(on cruise control)

with my pants down sitting

on the toilet, pretending to piss

so fucking desperate to organize

just one simple thought

silly poem written in the bathroom at work part 2

found a lemon candy in the

trashcan - still in the wrapper

sucking on it

crunching its crystals

to stay awake

sleep seems like a metaphor

for something i can’t find

a metaphor for

and the candy tastes like

medicine toward the end

look - a metaphor!

the sweetness always starts

out strong

it’s bitterness

that follows

silly poem written in the bathroom at work part 1

what i like about him is

not diamonds or even warmth

or sunny driving or bacon breakfast

it’s a skeleton that moves in

a rhythm that syncs with my bones

it’s the muscles tied around

those bones specifically molded

to hold me comfortably

it’s the skin that covers those

twisted bones and flesh

chemically made to attract

me with its scent

and more-so

even when he stutters

he always

knows what to say