Flip the Bird to Completion

I’ve been fucked over
So many times
Sometimes when I struggle to take a piss
Trying to bleed a stuck pig
I watch my cock
Where it should have been
Now a middle finger
Giving me the bird

Left hand on the bible, right on Denim bulge

Squirm past squeezing palms
Clenching snake, pulled from the grass
More slither than green
Torturous in grip

Alcohol is one of several
lubricants needed in love
Pulsating, Swollen, past fiery red thumb tack
Crimson Inflating balloon
Deep in thought of the
Dandelion Drip drip
Past the tip

This is what life is
Pass the ball
Back and forth
Waiting to score
On the Pew

She’s warm
Strained mushroom
Ecstatic she feels like the love of Jesus
a collage of pieces of impregnated
Maple Syrup stick tissue

My savior
The drip drip daffodil
Feels just like
My savior
Oh God.
Oh.

Drunken Checkers

Drink in hand
Eighth one since I got here
I search the bar

Playing my game
Looking for the next chess piece to move
I pull off my rounds
Find another bird to sit next to

Small moans
Gentle caress finger tips
A murmur in her ear
Asking where she wants to go tonight

Who’d she rather take out
The King or the Queen
Would she win or lose
Will I go home
Or will she play for another round?

I stumble away
When I’m done eating palm
And your raging rejection’

I can barely recite the sentence
The one playing on repeat
Since I figured what my dick was.

I see her across the bar
Hiding beneath curtains of hair
I don’t blame her

Her Small craters
Extra-terrestrial black hairs growing out of bulging moles
Zits on lumped cancerous, brick in a Ziploc bag tits.

If I hadn’t been a shot away from death I would have gagged
Even she sent me to another board
Saying “not tonight pal”
For another game of chess