THE DEATH OF RICKY RAT
You're as welcome
As a knife in the gut
Tape your mouth shut
Smell the funk
Shoved in the trunk
A bullet with your name
With your name
With your name.
©1999 J. F. Kinyon
I wake to a bowl of my favorite breakfast cereal
'Death & Mayhem', it's an acquired taste
a little hard to swallow at times, but then
everything good for you is.
I stand in the shower for hours on end
practicing the precepts of Onanism, but mostly
revelling in the fact that some of the dirt
can be washed away.
The bulk of my days are spent stalking
long lost interests, pointless prose
I'm an abortionist in alarming proportions
a deft destroyer of the forever unborne.
I take pride in my mechanical abilities
my rod is pumped and hard, reflecting
not on a lack of endowment, but rather
on my need for a quick get away.
Love leaves a bad taste in my mouth
sometimes an even worse smell on my clothes
especially when mixed with tobacco and alcohol
but we don't have time for that here.
I cut my teeth on sharp wit
I cover my tracks with dark humor -
I'm alive for the sake of chance
and I really hope it'll be over soon.
©1997 J. F. Kinyon
FLOPHOUSE ON ROUTE 666
Smut mattressed under the sign of the ghost
Christened in blood, the sleep walking virgin
Rends herself upon the banister rails
Gay-hearted Jack cracks his skull-like shell
Hatchlings feast heartily upon a gracious host
Beneath their hoods, teeth gnash like tin
Driven men peer from eighteen wheeled jails
As mudflap girls quief their majik spell.
©1998 J. F. Kinyon
Taking in the view
I am struck
By the impressions
Her features bring to mind.
I have kissed them
More than once.
I have missed them
All my life.
For the weakness
Of my heart
I shall let this pass
Yet I cannot help
As she hits her cigarette
And washes her hair
In the heavenly light
Of that sun drenched shower.
©1999 J. F. Kinyon
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