poem three (from 'way to go a-hole' chapbook)

texas

Scream into that pillow
From the depths of your soul/
As loud as you can

Then punch the lumps
Out of it with a .22 caliber bullet
Clenched in your hand/fist

Then- when you begin to feel better-
Colour those empty hallways
With your licorice laughter

For days and days

It’s been a disaster; setting fire
To your ex’s clothes, sending letters
Of hate through an internet post/cellular phone
To Texas

But lets us just forget
All that shit for a while,
For a bit,

Share a bath and some spit

Go ahead and laugh again, it feels good to come
Without going anywhere, doesn’t it?