WRECKreation



When you were young daddy
Would always say not to take these.
Son he said,
These will wreck your life.
But not this life daddy,
This bottle holds the answers to this dull self portrait
And the key to its restoration.

Just swallow this……………………………………………. Aaah…

-
You’ve go
t about an ho
ur before itreallykicksin
And you see white bunny rabbits drap
ing the road to salv…a…t…i..o..n.
-


The first step of this journey is a long one,
A couple yards or so,
so take it before you have to relearn how to walk. God knows I won’t teach you.

Walk through a square room that functions like a circle
And takes its radius with pitchers full of
Beer
As you suck on the ashes of Nietzsche in your cigar
(put that in your pipe and smoke it)


-
Dad…
Dad, why am I here?
Because I brought you here
But why?
Because I love you.
Don’t lie to me.
-


You cried, and whimpered as he disappeared.
Scream,
Scream some more and
Scream until your lungs rupture and the skin on your chest bubbles
From the heat lamps glued to these white walls.

He always lied to me…
He lied…he lied….he always lied…he’s such a fucking liar, he hated me!
(Drown in your self pity as I choke on my vomit)

You were supposed to be a rock star
And so much else
In this story book world, but you aren’t.
You’re just high on acid and playing your own piano,
Strumming your vocal chords with your fingers
Trying to make a worthy riff.


And as you float through the clouds,

Soaring through hell and grounded in heaven,

As you soar remember………

.

..

. . .


Pass me a drink (Drank, drunk)
Burp-
Feel light heated
And topple
Head over
Tea kettle-
Smash into the
Barstool
And paint the place
Red.

You mumbled when you saw the white bunny rabbits
Stepping stones to the vanishing point
(ninth grade art class)
It was so perplexing….So odd

And you didn’t have your camera.


The world is so much more interesting
When your face is through a windshield
And your engine is spliced with another.
Existing in red and white seizure flashes
Screams mutters and nothingness
A fermata still going strong,
A crescendo and a wooden box for you
When you’ve already filled four others.


If only you knew
That Dad really did love you
(but you were too wrapped in your own selfish pity)
You could’ve been a rock star
Or anything else, you lazy bastard…
Stop being so lazy.
When the world rains gumdrops and you’re not here to see it,
Its your fault.
That wasn’t even acid, it was nothing.
Those were kids in that car.
That was you in that car.

Look what you’ve done.