cum
pussy
cum

24 Hour Party People

It starts with a line of coke.  Up my nose, off a silver tray one of the girls here hands to me.  I don't know anybody's name.  I do another line.  For a second I don't know anything and then I'm talking away.  Then it continues, with another line, off a different tray that a different girl hands to me.  At least I think it's a different girl.  Everything here looks the same.  The evening morphs and dissolves as it rolls on, one line after another,

Self-Injury Awareness Day

We’re in Tom’s parents’ living room passing around a blade.  It’s Self-Injury Awareness Day so we decided to party extra hard.  I'm having a psychotic break and this is the truth.

you wouldn't get it

We ghould around a days away

More or less.  I basically broke it now.

This sapphire gem is worth plenty.

“I love you, which is why I can’t love you”

Some pretty words from a pretty face with

fucked up everything all over it.

Plagiarism, who gives a fuck in the face of death.

I do not care about your Whole Foods store

I eat fast and furious, if you get that call me

Fast propellers picking up dust and it’s

Sand in my mouth, sand in my mouth, sand in my mouth

We don’t really take it seriously though

Maybe that’s for the best.

Do not do that line of coke;

Cook your own.

My feet are numb from sitting on them.

Signing off/

this is a poem but it's not for you

this is a poem about expressing anger
fuck you all if you aren't with it
i'm so pissed off i could
who gives a shit
very long poems are a waste of time
short poems are too
anyone can sound like a poet
when they space their
words
out
like
this
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
i want to die

Kill Cops

John, 18, and his girlfriend decided to kill a cop.  Munching soggy pizza during lunch he pointed a finger at Jalenne and said, "So, after school.  You still down for it?"  She did a weird thing with her face and said I guess.  That was all he needed to hear.

Finding a cop to kill wasn't hard.  They both agreed parking cops would be the easiest to kidnap and torture.  Sipping Coke in the Civic's passenger seat, she asked what the plan was.  "Oh, no plan." responded John with a grin.  "We just do it."

"Tell me the story again."  "What?"  "Tell it to me again."  They're idling in a parking lot, watching a cop give out tickets.  "Jesus Christ, John, why?"  "I want to hear it."  Her face does that weird thing again and then she says "I was raped."  "By?"  "By a cop."  "Where?"  "You know where."  "Just say it."  "In jail."

John grins like a banshee.  "That's what I thought."  He shifts the car into drive tears over to where the cop is standing.  The cop looks at the car, trying to mask his confusion with an air of authority.  That vanishes when John pulls out the gun.  Then there's just fear.

He fires two bullets out the driver's side door.  One hits the cop in the chest.  He leaps out, drags the wounded body to his side of the car, and smashes the head in the car door.  Other than the rattle of ice in Coke, Jalenne is silent.  Why wouldn't she be?

Cherelyn

"Can I look yet?"

Cherelyn says this to me.  I ignore her.

"Come on.  Quit it."

She pushes my hands from her eyes.  I lock them in place.

"How much longer?"

"Just shhh," I say, as I adjust her high heel.  It got snagged on a step.

"All this walking is kind of exhuasting, especially in these heels, you know?"

She's getting impatient.  You need to hurry this up.

"Okay, I'm going to take my hands from your eyes."

"Okay."

"Grab my hand and follow me up the rest of the steps.  Don't look."

"Okay."

My tiny hand folds into her's when she takes it.  Gingerly.  We step.

These steps are made of granite or cobblestone (how would you have any idea?)  and you know they're really, really old and you can't believe--

"What was that?"

"Nothing.  Let's go."

You hear the brusqueness in your tone.  You mentally apologize.

"Nothing.  Are you okay?"

Night moving in, consuming everything, just the way you wanted it.  This will be great.

"I'm alright," she sighs, fixing her heels.  "For now."

You wonder how slippery it will be up there and then if she'll find it beautiful.

***

"Open your eyes."

Where we are is the top of the oldest belltower in a hundred miles.  We learned that in first grade.  No one is allowed up here, of course, but kids sneak to the top to drink and smoke and fuck all the time.  We're kids, so I figured we could get up here too.  For once, I was right.

And what a view.  The full moon casts gray light over the tiny town and I feel like doing a massive belly flop, smooshing all the people who make me mad and sad and

She's kissing me.  I let her.

When she stops and asks "now what?" I say "I'll show you now what."  This is the part I've been waiting for, the part that will make it all worthwhile.

I grab hold of the bell's giant swinging pendulum, I pull it back, and I let that thing go flying.

GONG

Echoes through the town.

GONG

Echoes through the town.

GONG

Echoes through the night.

A million bats come flying.  They're all whirling, swooping, diving around us.  She screams.  You hug her.

And you both stand there.  Bats from all sides battering your bodies.  Bats in your hair.  You keep your eyes closed.  You feel her warmth.  It's cold in mid November.  The bats keep coming.