becoming axe killers

the more people
read the words that
dribble out of my
rotting brain-pan
the more ignorant
I become

I told you before
I don’t know shit
about anything
it’s all a spectacle
to me
clowns in a circus
I just wanna feel
the breeze on my
balls and stay out
of jail

I may be un-original
I haven’t cracked the
cosmic apple
and I walk tiptoed around
god trying not to wake
him
I know rice in 3
flavors
white fried and yellow
beans I know up to
15
but the reasons why
anything and
I stutter and spit
a lot

I can be dull
barely colorful or politely
interested
the pity is more that
my words leave
so little blood
or vomit or crap or
vile tumors growing
absurdly gross from
the edge of
remarkably unremarkable
character

the shame of my ill affect
and feeble attempts
reside in the utter-ness
of white picket
imaginations and
boredom reigning as
disguised
homogeneity

is it any wonder
we all want to be axe
killers

J. Masuda © 2004

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and I thought I was the only one... rice and beans.. awww yes...