a poem is nothing but a series of non sequitors

dark circles under the eyes
conjugal visits
drive-throughs
hazmat suits
a reference so obscure no one gets it
school shootings
broken necklaces leaking beads everywhere
latin graffiti
bloodshot eyes
being the only one who shows up
targets at a shooting range
flushed condom
a dead person's scrapbook collection
yelling at a stranger for something minor
eyelid twitching
tattoos under stretch marks
black eyes
do-it-yourself divorce kits
playing where's waldo and losing
smoking two packs a day
amy sedaris at a wake
not blinking
becoming a parody of yourself
staring
staring
closed eyes

(no subject)

p.s. that line wasn't meant to insult amy sedaris. on the contrary, i would marry amy sedaris if i could. her new book is hilarious AND appetizing.