Whispers in the Night

When it’s 1am
And you want to sleep
But the poetry in your head won’t let you rest
Or is it the demons?
Tortured or talented?
Down the rabbit hole (s)he goes


Customer Service

Today at work
A customer says to me
“You look like you don’t wanna be here”
Gee bitch what gave it away?
My tired feet?
Aching back?
Or the minimum wage i’m paid to perform the labors of ten men
(Cuz sexist employer practices rarely hire women to stock)
All this i say to her mentally
As i bend over…
To lift another box
Ignoring her and her comment entirely

Tales of Retail : GD 91317

After a year of searching for a job, filling out tons of applications and being accepted for interviews that go absolutely nowhere, finally i’ve landed a job at General Dollars.

Took a bit of effort to snag this one. Had to take a break from my first love marijuana to pass a drug test and then needed to collect all thee necessary paperwork afterwards. But with that ordeal finally over ive officially become a member of the team.

Right off the bat i know im gonna have problems because one of the cashiers mean mugged me right away. It wasnt just a passing glance, no, this bitch full own glared at me for at least 10 minutes straight and me, also showing that i too dont give a fuck, proceeded to respond with a long glare of my own. In my own words saying “bitch don’t fuck with me i hate you too.”

Though im glad i was finally able to nab a job im angry at the position that i’ve been hired on for. All i wanted was a simple cashier position. But i’ve noticed a sexist trend in retail employment. Only the women are allowed to work the registers while the men have to do all the back breaking labor being stock boys and helping unload trucks and that’s exactly the position i was hired on as.

Even worse i have to wake up ass early in the morning for this bullshit. It’d be one thing if i was being paid a decent wage but nope, all this bullshit starts at a measly $7.50.

Oh well, we’ll see what happens i suppose. Hopefully I can last longer than 3 months this time but that all has to do with how much bullshit my manager(s) decide to put me through.

I used to love to write
All day, all night
Posting my discoveries
Along a web
World wide
So that even outer space
Could see

One day a shear of fear
Snipped that web
Buried the discoveries
Fearing that
Someone would steal them from me
So i Stopped

Hid the discoveries
In books and tomes
Charging fees for a right to see them
But the thrill wasn’t the same
Americans don’t read books
Especially those composed of poetry
Spoken from
An unwealthy unknown

But the people most like me do
So i restrung the web
Posting my discoveries
So even outer space could see
Beacons for those searching for
An inner me


My first jay back
In about a month
Haze clears my mind
Returning memories
Clarity forgot

Like the time
You introduced me to love
When we crafted laughter
And all the mistakes
We made
Throughout the way
That led to this present day

Obsessed with who’s right
Frowning at the thought of you
And learning to love hate

180 degrees
This journey we travled
Soles flopping in the wind
Becoming undone

Mushroom Pizza

These mushrooms i purchased
Out of greed
Are making a bitch out of me
All i have to do is chop em
In little pieces and
Place em on a pizza

But i just CANT
Mushrooms are too much for me
Texture just don’t feel right
And the taste!
But maybe…

If i dig down deep
Summon the will power
i can do it
“Nah man”
Another voice inside me counsels
“Don’t punish yourself”
“Just say no”

“No need to be a hero”
But the other me
(s)He still wants to try
(s)He never submits easily
My kind of guy
Do or die
And so i continue to ponder

Becoming the hero i need to be
Slicing, dicing, toasting the mushrooms
Dinner is served at last
Hey whaddya know
Not so bad