poems

Tonight he Thought About Stabbing Himself in The Eye

While at the dishtank
he had to wash a butcher knife
an expensive
intensely sharp butcher knife
used to cut cow meat

he picked up the butcher knife
held it in his hand
then jammed it
into his left eye

he fell to the wet stinking floor
blood flowed out over his face
the manager ran over
he said his last words
"I have finally made a good choice."

Myspace Love Poem

There is a dishwasher
he's twenty-six years old
he might die soon
of self-determined misery
but while he is looking
forward
to the abyss

he visits
a girl's myspace page
her space
where she has slide shows
of herself
and her family members looking happy

she truly looks happy
he likes that look
even though she is probably pretending
he likes it anyway

She is in college
for a difficult
yet interesing subject

his shoes have holes
and there is no heat in his car
he works for minimum wage
and he sleeps alone
on a thrift store couch

she probably doesn't know of those things
she might never

he likes that

he likes to look
at her young body
move through the restaurant
simple and careless

while he struggles cleaning
melted cheese off
a salad plate

he knows she walks
knowing "what to do with her life"
while he stumbles
confused weighed down by nausea

he knows
her body
will never engulf
like a blanket
curled up naked
against his

but it does not matter
why does it not matter
because he knows these things
this is his fate
no god made this plan
no astrological sign
the course of a dishwasher

so he looks at her myspace pics
and imagines dinners
with talking
and looking at dolphins at Sea World
laughing like other people do