Ever since I started
taking Prozac I
can't wank.

It's ruined
my favorite
pastime

but
made me relaxed
about it.

I know I should
miss playing with my knob
but I'm apathetic ;

I go from watching 6 minutes
of suicide videos

to red tube

and back again.

Nothing…

Put on some socks,

look for my thongs;
and then realize
I'm an asshole.

I had a dream that
a Chinese man was
on television
making a trek to
a holy land

all the while
he was cutting off
parts of his face
and turning it
into a mask.

The scabs would heal
just enough so that he could
continue living
and walking

but his
hair
all came off
with the skin

and looked like
the head of a
shaved Barbie doll.

When he arrived his face
was a horrible

soupy mess,

like a casserole.

He bent down,
put the mask of his face
onto the head of a monkey
and fell down
dead.

News reporters and
media crews
still filming away
like a hive of angry bees.

The monkey looked
kinda pretty
perched on his rock

His new face
just a shimmer
of pink and red
in the popping
bulbs of cameras and
police cars.

I have a girl friend.

I rub her feet
into my face
with hand cream
and watch the little
man waddle around the
television flat
screen.

Bigger on my
big ass television
than he is
in real life.

I line the knob of my cock
upwith his face ;

you know,

the way photographers
frame things with
their fingers.

Still bigger.

He says he feels lucky
and I feel good
knowing

I'm
Not
the
only
one

I put a small electric
fan onto her toe nail
and buff it with
it's middle.

She says

"Please don’t hurt me."

but I can't make promises
I won't keep
so I
put the fan
back in my pocket.

When I take a piss
I play the flush buttons
like they are a piano.

Hand above my head
and two fingers
bouncing on the keys,

my dick in the middle
thinking

"How the fuck
did I get to
be in this position.

What did I ever do
so terribly
right."

I usually eat tinned soup
even when I can
afford something
much better.

I live at this low
so I can enjoy the highs and
not make other people think
I'm a smug little prick.

It's very important for me
to stay grounded

Even when
I'm just a
real
hipster
wanker

who is desperate
to be liked;

you know

underneath it all.



I have a blog.

I think,
that says enough.