Beans

I’m tired of the crumpled-up moon.
I want to inject my girlfriend’s dad
with a McDonald’s ice cream shake
because I know he is an old sick fuck
and would enjoy it. I’m tired
of the way dreams work
their way up through your skin
like little, purple splinters.
I go to sleep and see myself
inside of God’s gizzard. And
the next day, I can taste Him
well into the afternoon.
I’m tired of driving backwards
until morning on the way off
chance I might see you again,
you who left yourself behind
back there, on the stubbled roads
that make up what some call
the past, and which I call the crumpled
light that falls from a terrible moon.

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from God Is the Nibbling / Sea

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Halex Wells works as a dog reviver (emergency vet tech) in the afternoons and a bartender at night. The two have more in common than you’d think. More work can be found in Glitter Dick and The Long Afternoon.