A Piece from 100 Reasons: Pursuit With Water and Sewer

I have a poetry book coming out. Some of you have heard me raving about it. Here is one of the 100 pieces it will contain:

Pursuit With Water and Sewer

Love stories are fantasies

It should stay that way

We’re all too mortal

Amongst pine needles and rocks

To believe such tales

There’s nothing out there

That’s the scariest part

Our story a single triptych

Birth, growth, death

What else do you need?

A nice car wreck?

That can be arranged

I didn’t see shit

Yall gonna pay me or get sued

Until administrators say otherwise

Did you think your ultimate fate

Was yours to decide?

Let me clue you in

It involves autolysis

Discoloration, bloating, and decay

Your life is yours in the meantime

But you constantly fail at it

Your options are yuppies and thugs

And neither like you

Words are weapons like pointless art

So are empty bourbon bottles

Busted on curbs ready for a good fight

Give it twelve hours

Target date for the book in print copy is sometime around Valentine's Day 2015.