The Scam

Johnny Shimsham

is a lighter

who happens to be white

 

I’m not superstitious

yet sometimes I do things

to keep the badness away

 

But it comes back

at night I say things

while I’m sleeping

 

Shouting in the streets

rectangles with mouths

Gone

I’ve been gone

For too long

 

I’m gone

Too much

All Too Often

Pondering both life and death

Realizing neither word applies to reality

Relating, a shocking thing in a world so pluralist

 

Plants and animals

Seeming unattractiveness

Situated in blackness

 

Nothing may be appealing

A constant hunger

Afflicted, almost there

Only Realized If

a plethora

all in one day

 

and yet the interior monologue

rambles louder than machines

 

at times because of

at times in spite of

 

all of which

different consequences

 

depending on

circumstances

 

resulting in

benefit or detriment

Afterwards

She feels like a monster

She says

Back and forth

 

While you break your liver even more

Taking antihistamines to cure self-consciousness