Sunday, November 2, 2008

mike

After years of news and porn,
Mike was tired (of the anxiety).

He was tired of the boozing
(and whores
and meaningless bingo nights
seducing septuagenarian widows).

He wouldn't miss the cat
(hair on his blazers anymore) either.

That, or the spider bites (from
being tied up in basements all the time)
even though the mildew was okay.

At least he wasn't allergic to mildew
(like he was to the color orange,
which would inexplicably spin his brain
into an irrational whirlwind of impulsive
[slash] urgent behavior).

Mike's desire
(to explore new flavors, smells, textures,
in the homes of very filthy,
but wealthy people)
had almost even become
absurd.

But he thank'd the goodnesses
for (his resilient gag reflex
and) OCD's
being quite convenient
sometimes.
.

3 comments:

ryan manning said...

victory in japan

JennyJenny said...

This is brilliant. I believe I'm also allergic to the color orange.

Sabra Embury said...

I am so glad I'm not allergic to butts.

There was an error in this gadget