NIGHT TAKES A BOOT TO THE RIBS

The clock is sleeping when the drunks strike two.

Night takes a boot to the ribs —

"Move along. You can't sleep here kid!"

And no one cares how much rent is or how early you have to be up for work. 

The bars pour out—

The loaded load onto the streets and into their cars. 

Laughing and fighting outside my window,

Yelling and crying like lost children.

Then comes the breaking glass, gun shots, and screams.

And it doesn't stop until every siren of every last cop car, ambulance, and fire truck in this god-damned city cry out, "FUCK IT! EVERYBODY UP!"

And the night is no longer sacred.

THE LUNATIC

The Lunatic

By Lance Inkwell

Ring the alarm! Sound the siren!

A lunatic has escaped from the old asylum.

The say he’s a maniac, a monster, a freak!

We must get out of harm’s way and off of the streets.

Inside that building we should be safe.

A lunatic would never think to look in that place.

Let’s board up the windows, lock all the doors,

Turn off the lights, and get down on the floor.

Now stay dead quite — He might be nearby.

Especially if you were tricked into following him inside.

EVERY TIME IT RAINS

Every Time It Rains

By Lance Inkwell

 

Somethings tapping on the window,

But I’m too afraid to look.

There’s a knocking at the front door,

And a rapping on the roof.

It’s howling through the shutters,

And growling from the drains.

And I only ever hear it

Every time it rains. 

A FELINE NIGHTMARE

A Feline Nightmare

By Lance Inkwell

 

Tonight—as I sleep,

I see death above in leopard filled trees,

Blood on the jaws of lions in feast,

A nightmare black with panther eyes,

And man-eating tigers closing in on all sides.

Just as they pounce—ready to eat,

At the foot of my bed I wake to see,

The housecat is hunting;

Its prey—my feet.

THE GRAVE HOPPERS

 

THE GRAVE HOPPERS

By Lance Inkwell

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me

 

Up and over the dead who are under

Up and over from one to another

Oh, what a delight it will be

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me

 

Over graves we’ll leap — beneath harvest moons

Our hands on the shoulders of marble tombs

Skipping with autumn leaves

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me

 

With each plot we skip a year will go by

We’ll age as we jump and laugh at time’s flight

Oh, what a life it will be

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me

 

With the grace of toads we’ll hop every row

And the dead won’t mind should we count as we go

For like them we soon shall be

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me

 

And on the last stone we’ll carve our names deep

To take up a grave so that others may leap

Oh, what a death it will be

 

Come leapfrog the gravestones with me

SUICIDE NOTES I - XX

SUICIDE NOTES

Some short

Some long

All incomplete

 

SUICIDE NOTES II

It was delivered by mail

With no return address

 

SUICIDE NOTES III

She mistakenly turned hers in at homeroom in place of last night’s creative writing assignment.

She got an A+ and her mother proudly displayed it on the fridge when she got home.

This made her want to write another one.

 

SUICIDE NOTES IV

Just a bunch of crumpled up losing lottery tickets at his feet.

 

SUICIDE NOTES V

The flower pots were overflowing with water, and three big bags of dry cat food were poured out onto the floor.

 

SUICIDE NOTES VI

The yellow sticky note on the TV read,

 “All I wanted was your attention!”

 

SUICIDE NOTES VII

Just lyrics to a sad love song.

 

SUICIDE NOTES VIII

A memo on the calendar that read,

“THE BIG DAY!”

 

SUICIDE NOTES IX

The only part of the ten page letter that was legible…

“Please read this at my funeral.”

 

SUICIDE NOTES X

“I’m sick of my cliché existence. Goodbye cruel world!”

 

SUICIDE NOTES XI

He was holding her suicide letter when they found his body.

 

SUICIDE NOTES XII

It started out as a suicide letter, but now she thinks it would be a sick poem.

 

SUICIDE NOTES XIII

He carefully folded the well-thought-out letter in half and placed it in the front pocket of his blazer. The rush of wind from the thirty story fall pulled the letter from his jacket, and set it back down three city blocks away in an open dumpster.

 

SUICIDE NOTES XIV

She decided to write one for her husband.

 

SUICIDE NOTES XV

He posted it on Facebook and it received 16 “Likes”.

 

SUICIDE NOTES XVI

“Please refer to my funeral as a Celebration of Life.”

 

SUICIDE NOTES XVII

It is rumored that dolphins in captivity are prone to commit suicide by purposely drowning themselves in their depressive confining tanks, but there have been no suicide letters left behind to provide supporting evidence of such intent

 

SUICIDE NOTES XVIII

She wanted to beat the cancer.

 

SUICIDE NOTES XIX

He thought it would be poetic to carve “Time to flush my problems away into the deep”, on the walls of a bathroom stall, and then blow his brains out over the toilet. After the mess was cleaned by the custodian, the next person to use the stall wrote, “That’s what she said”, beneath it.

 

SUICIDE NOTES XX

He didn't write one. 

CASCADE AVENUE

CASCADE AVENUE  

 

There was blood in the snow 

Torn skin 

Crushed bone 

The cat was crossing the road 

Crossing alone 

 

Big tires 

Macho truck 

Pay no mind to the little stuff 

Stupid asshole didn’t even hit the breaks 

 

An indirect hit 

Left half alive 

The cat dragged itself to the snow covered sidewalk 

 

With a grace that I envy  

The cat embraced the pain 

 The confusion  

The slow transition 

The point where living turns to dying 

 

No whimpering like a dog 

No crying out like a human 

No begging for life 

The cat just curled into a ball 

And waited 

 

No help would come 

Nine lives to none 

The cat was crossing a road 

Crossing alone