Serial Killer
from
JoeUser Forums
when I write
sometimes it just
pours out of my fingers
and wit and sarcasm with a
touch of this or that
mostly
sex
i want to do things
to you
with my words
slice you
here
a little cut
there
maybe a sour
stomach when you catch
yourself
knowing it’s you
i’m talking to
bukowski didn’t care
and it paid good
in the end
and sometimes it does just make
Sense
but i want to punch
you
in the gut
kick you hard in the
balls
and bloody your
upturned nose
i want it to hurt with
every obvious truth
that pour out of my
rancid mouth
i want you to ache
i want sorrow and shame
to burn your heart
till your throat swells
and leaves you choking
confessions to white-collared
priests and backwater
bartenders
i want you to scream
to high heaven
i want your soul to churn
and roll with every
omission
and then i want you to
thank God
i’m not a serial killer
J. Masuda © 2004
sometimes it just
pours out of my fingers
and wit and sarcasm with a
touch of this or that
mostly
sex
i want to do things
to you
with my words
slice you
here
a little cut
there
maybe a sour
stomach when you catch
yourself
knowing it’s you
i’m talking to
bukowski didn’t care
and it paid good
in the end
and sometimes it does just make
Sense
but i want to punch
you
in the gut
kick you hard in the
balls
and bloody your
upturned nose
i want it to hurt with
every obvious truth
that pour out of my
rancid mouth
i want you to ache
i want sorrow and shame
to burn your heart
till your throat swells
and leaves you choking
confessions to white-collared
priests and backwater
bartenders
i want you to scream
to high heaven
i want your soul to churn
and roll with every
omission
and then i want you to
thank God
i’m not a serial killer
J. Masuda © 2004