Life, Love, Earth.

Life is like a big fucking,
whining, glossy, confused,
winged, dark, bothersome,
intensive, vocational, theater play.
The concession stand is over priced.
The seats are too small.
The usher doesn't care where you sit.
And intermission is the only chance
you get to leave before
it's all over.

Love is like a big fucking,
gross, overstuffed, sensitive,
deranged, smiling, impoverished,
red bumpy, sweaty, prickly, down comforter.
The dream of a lonesome dreamer.
The holder of heat.
The hater of being shared.
And within a year or two it takes
on pounds of dust weight,
and disgusting yellow stains.

Earth is like a big fucking,
pourous, ungainly, remorseless,
potent, humorous, dirty,
stranded, elite, impolite joke.
It's way too long,
and I get the feeling
the punchline could really
fuck up
my
sex
life.