Pascal's Wager

Cloud digesting moon;

          the film was “Flim”

positing:

          god is

          or God is not;

          you must wager.

          It is not optional.

One by one by one by no one

as Mars became visible

through a slit between

the passenger window

and aforementioned God-is-not

and sank through

the ceiling vents in heaven

the floor vents in Hell;

          seven cents to purgatory

with only six cents to sell.

Lieutenant Dan's Magic Legs

Delirium:

          another state

          of consciousness;

          not altered,

          just another.

i.e.     A sneeze heard

          across the hallway

          but the perp already in

          the room with you

          sound asleeply sound.

a.            If my body dissolved

like sugar granules

into sweat

right here in this bed

with her

she’d eulogize:

          his life was a series

          of stiff drinks and cigarettes

          that ended at the tips

          of recessed filters

          and the bottoms of condensating

          scotch glasses.

I’d say:

          I used to love olive oil

          and hate olives

          but now I love olives
  

          and hate heroin.

The Haunting

When it storms,

it’s foolish to trust

that the ghosts

in the backseat

will lead you

to safety.

I mean

I’ve made a few deals;

woken up with my nose

half-gone,

let Hafner’s wife suck me off

in the foyer

while he, that miserable prick,

was upstairs fucking Sherry –

my dreadful neighbor

with the two screaming kids.

In the middle of this blowjob

fantasy

is when I open my eyes

to my reflection

fist-pumping in front

of the bathroom mirror at work –

Flynn looks over his shoulder

bewildered;

piss still streaming like icing onto
a pink urinal cake.

The Tenderness of a Sociopath

Tonight at midnight

I want to kiss someone

who makes me feel

I can take

the tape

off of their lips.

Someone who watches bugs

panic and shriek at the sun

and thinks of friends

rotting

in their own lives.

Some one who watches

fireflies send off their struggle

in rain

collapsing under the weight

of fluttering summers.

Some fun:

don’t be scared,

you’re just a human

without skin.