My face is melting

The fire consumes my body

Black smoke fills my lungs

Blood rains from the sky

Every breath tastes of copper

GET AWAY FROM HER!

Grocery shopping

12 am in a WalMart

This isn't a life

My wife just left me

She took my money and kids

No more will to live

Are we having cod?

No John, that's just my girlfriend.

I can't afford cod!

My wiener is small

It is very very small

My wiener is small

She has eyes like the stars in the skies.

Lips pinker, fatter, than a boy's bounce-house.

We hold hands, frolic and dance and catch fireflies

In the field out back, 'til out runs a mouse.

She screams, I laugh, as we lay in the hay

Kissing, touching, feeling. Emotions high.

Then out runs her father, to stop our play.

My brother says to "Stop touching sister's thigh"

I stop and run to the big red barn.

I think about those eyes like the stars.

And those lips, pink as the sky at dawn.

I can't forget her, forgetting is long gone.

People say that, "You can't love your kin

Too much." ...but, what about, too often?

-fin