David was born in a small hovel in Transelvania where he learned Zen tricks from the locals. He still shows off to friends...

Pals

I have a friend
who took the phrase "fuck 'em if they can't take a joke" too literally

I have another friend
who masturbated on the pillow of a drunk enemy

I have a different friend
who failed to keep his nuts entertained and lost one
jogging and the other
to depression stemming from isolation

There is one friend of mine
who took a shit on a photo of his friends girlfriend in the poor guys
dresser drawer.
I have this friend
who would talk to his chewed gum and claimed Satan made him almost
run down Jesus with his jeep eagle

I have this one friend
who wears glasses and listens to the Monkeys
he worries me the most
he's too normal
he's hiding something. I know it.
With my other friends I know what to do
always laugh at their jokes
never let them near my pillow
make sure I keep both my nuts entertained
don't keep pictures of my girlfriend outside of the bathroom
or simply
do not get into the car with them, ever.
But this guy,
this one friend
what the hell do I do?
how to I act?
It scares me.

A lot.

MONKEYS

Late at night naked monkeys crawl out from the dark corners
of my closet. They peel the skin off my body like an orange peel
away from the meat of the fruit. They take turns wearing it while
dancing in the cold moonlight that spills in through the lone window.
I shiver in my sleep lost in odd dreams I can never remember.
Then, when the stars aren't looking, the monkeys caper back into
the closet along with my skin. They crawl back into and through
hidden shadows and nonexistent corners. They take my skin to foreign
sinister lands and impossible places returning before dawn to fit me
back into my flesh.

I wake in the morning with odd smells stuck to my skin and sick
dreams infecting my head.
My hands twitch and are stained with the juice of something
that doesn't exist.

Suit Yourself,

The monkeys already have.

Dogs

We shall put and end to this
to your wordless, voiceless
cruelty
We starve behind you
wasting away behind you
while you eat and keep a stick nearby
to hit us
to keep us down
and push us around
We awake at night
when you sleep
and watch your eyes move under lids
the pulse throb in your throat
One night
when the moon is right
and our mood is wrong
We will make you taste the teeth in our mouths
We will blacken and
crush your face
crush it's meat and bone
to sour dust
and feed that to the rats
to kill them
to crush their faces
damn you
clog the sinks with you
damn you and yours
you and your
wordless, voiceless
cruelty
damn you and sleep well
dream of our teeth
on your throat
of your face crushed
dream a dream
and wake to find it true.

Hollow

TALISMANS FOR THE BLIND
LITTER THE RUINED MOVIE HOUSES
TAPES FOR THE DEAF
COLLECT DUST AMONG THE GUTTERS
LIPSTICK FOR THE LOVELESS
SMEARS THE TATTOOED UNDERPASS
FLOWERS FOR THE HATEFULL
BLOOM IN RIOT ALONG THE OFFRAMPS
TEARS FROM THE UNFEELING
WARP THE WOOD OF THE BENCHES
SMILES FROM THE MORBID
BREAK A MILLION DIRTY BATHROOM MIRRORS
HOPE FOR THE HOPELESS
FILLS ALL THE DISCARDED BOTTLES
JESTS FOR THE DEPRESSED
BROADCAST BETWEEN RADIO FREQUENCIES
AND YET
NOTHING FOR THE HOLE IN MY HEART
YOU LEFT WHEN YOU WENT AWAY
JUST WORDS FOR THE DYING
TO FILL A BOOK FULL OF GRAVES