comedy

 


eating out tonight
at one of my favorite
diners.

fair food,

a good selection of
senior prices.

but that night,
something
changed.

twisted inside of
me.

everything became
ugly.

the lights overhead
grew garish and
ugly.

the waitress moved
slow and were tired
and ugly.

the table turned
lopsided and
ugly.

the fork, spoon
and knife became
uninspired and ugly.

the food full of
bad history, tasted
empty and ugly.

my drink was dry,
acidic and ugly.

the faces of the other
patron's morphed into
heads of dogs, slurped
their dishes, sounding
ugly.

leaving,
going to my car,
driving home,

the roads grimaced,
attacked my wheels
and were ugly,

approaching headlights
were blind cave fish
carving their brightness
into the night distance
of ugliness

the stop signs and
stop lights screamed
obscenities at me
and were ugly.

the door of my
house had fangs
and it's hunger
was ugly.

my cane crawling
it's way up the stairs
like a violently ill
snake was ugly

the mirrors of the
bathroom bled
and cired ugly

my face in the mirror
seized and cried ugly.

the sound of my breath
like porcelain fish breaking
on a wall of granite waves
in the Dead Sea moaned ugly.

my bed lying there
with intentions of
madness laughed
ugly.

the thick stench
of being alone
howled ugly

the sickening lack
of love laid there
like a dead universe
and whispered
ugly

and all that childish
bullshit written down
throughout the centuries
about the brilliant fire
of life sighed ugly.

there is no fire to
life,

there is no life to
life.

each person must
go it alone,

and those that
cannot go it
alone destroys
the love of
another,

life has conquered
us before we can
even pick up the
sword.

the gods dress in
filthy, moth eaten
rags,

look down and
smile with broken
teeth

and gives us half
used
promises.