Imbalance

Clutter spews out across the cloroxed floor
threatens to take over
the dogs are lovin’ it - it’s their world, restored.
they’ll have none of this sterile, sheltered existence
lick the fucking floor - it’s aaaaaall goooooooood.
tell me to stop please.
I dare you.
Do it, or I’ll double-dare to rectify your insolence.

Cheers. To all the years of struggling and juggling
to slack my way through college.
Was it worth it?
It was nothing.
All the same,

being a ten year veteran
to broken feelings,
I can’t help but notice you.
Take it for what it’s worth,
sip it slowly,
take it down,
don’t upset your gut
reactionary tendencies.

it’s just a feeling, ya know?

twist the intestines, wrench your ligaments,
almost grow a tail.
Eyes searching, hands shaking,
don’t fucking falter as you
grab the goose eggs from their nest
their mother isn’t looking
do it now--
regret it later fuckface
not a fairy tale it’s Karma keep your
killing under wraps.

Bows and arrows
thud their targets
way the fuck off center.
Thick wet clouds threaten to unleash.
Pablo dons his pancho,
as if a large plastic grocery bag
will protect him from the
immensity of Mother Nature.