YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!

David Caruso,

Putting on his sunglasses

And… here comes the pun:

YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Changing Channels

Changing Channels

Is this what it’s like to be God?

Sitting on a threadbare sofa,

Click… click… click…

Click… click-ing through channels

And watching the universe unfold

On a hazy television screen?

God Dammit!

God Dammit!

You lazy bastard;

Incurable time-waster;

Discontinue your

Existence of nothingness…

Go out there and do something!

Discarded One

Discarded One

Abandoned despot,

Living in a garbage can,

Wonders where his life has gone.

Used to be someone

Worthy of being counted,

But now… just soiled refuse.

Dying in a Dream

Dying in a Dream

I lie on the simmering asphalt.

Warm vitality drips unsympathetically 

From this mortal piercing

And coldness lazily oozes over me

Like the slow trickle of melting ice.

I lie, the observer of a still-life portrait;

Of houses, of hills, of sunset…

I can see them all,

Falling further and further

Beyond my grasp; becoming unfocused.

I lie and wait for the grim finale…

When existence fades to black.

The Night Was Moist

The Night Was Moist

Tuesday morning wakeup call,

Winds howling, windows rumbling;

Shake me from an unsteady

Slumber…

Raindrops shatter upon my glass

While the end circles around me;

Sleepily, I pull my boots up

And stumble out into the chaos-

Darkness…

To see what all the fuss is about.