When You're Gone

Force field jimmy hat

scratch the neon surface

I am Mega-tron melting into dust

7 figure salary

on a dumpster lid budget

a scary clown arched

against the silver moon

a dark desert highway

cars zoom past the liquor store

neon green graffiti

Asian extremists

gang tag mixed soda slap

I am a terrorist

I make egg foe young

and chow mein old

Miss Marry Sun-death

I hang in a closet with a rubber garden house scarf

you can’t see me

telegraph mustard stain

your universal health care is

another line item

on my paycheck

do not pass go

do not collect two hundred dollars

I’d trade my shoe laces for a bag of

Ramen noodles

tish, tish

swish, swish

dirty sink

dirt we dish

nightmare stoplight

changing to quick

I accelerate while texting 
kid friendly acronyms
keyboard generated smiley faces
booty calls to y'all

shift gears with my 40 ouncer

tucked into my crotch

Santa in a sleigh on fire Christmas Day

I pray on the curb

with my head between my legs

studying the hieroglyphics
on someone else’s

Facebook feed

I need modern shoes, steaks, sunglasses

validation in terms I can afford on credit

circling the toilet bowl

with a Skipper’s cap and a mutilated rum bottle

Heaven waits just beyond

the Syrian border

and

the maggots always miss you

when you’re

gone.