Chairless & Staging Without Coffee: ђ

-b.

The coffee sits

dry and naked

-sincerely

because I waste

the privilege to regard

sleep

and car accidents

are possible

not because I’m tired

but because

they’re beautiful

I’ve been driving all night

passing state lines

and forgetting

to write and send

thank you letters

to billboards that keep

this house of a country

prejudice

and I’m ignoring

the political stance

of exit signs

that broadcast

want and sex traffic

as porn

that all good citizens sit chairless

and masturbate about

-classy

but I guess its something

I’d rather not sit

Sip coffee

and nonetheless

possibly talk about

-never mind

-I take that back

I don’t have to guess

I know

I’m out of coffee

I’m exiting this

sex trafficked highway

aroused by car crashes

and making a stop at

a gas station

and I’m admiring

the parfum the gas station wears tonight

I’m guessing

that its desperate

and she can talk “pretty” all she wants

and you can say

that commerciality

is implied

-but I’m just here for gas

“What a slut”

pretty words

don’t mean a thing

even if your

a prostitute

“one lotto ticket, please”

“and one cup of coffee”

“no, no crème or sugar”

“just black”

“keep the change”

and I’m walking out

I’m done with this whorehouse

in my truck now

radio’s on

and its political

like a shitstorm

and I’m starving

to calm the hell down

because guns and prejudice

are bandwagon and sexually arouses

-it rapes my attention

now-

radio’s off

and the rapist

-used a condom

and my thoughts

-unchanged

but my attention

wears a rape stain

-like shotgun weddings

-the bride wearing anything

but white

its been a long day

and the sky begins to burn

a republican red

this morning

and the fact is

I’m driving down

this red state

understand

that the right thing

isn’t the law

its unwritten

I asked a republican

If he they liked apples

“no”

my reply:

“an apple a day…” “…keeps the doctors…”

“…away”

I understand that Isaac loved apples

I’m guessing that means

that progress

is picked from

a hanging branch

-idiots

change never fell

because of gravity

its ‘cause I can pull

all-nighters

with radio voices

and an empty cup of coffee

and like I said:

“an apple a day…” “…keeps the doctors…”

“…away”

-I called his psychiatrists number afterwards

-exactly

I’m back

on this road

that runs a little

sleepy

and

the coffee sits

dry and naked

-sincerely

because I waste

the privilege to regard

sleep

and car accidents

are possible

not because I’m tired

but because

they’re beautiful

                                            -the loveless at a gas station; coffeeless