Poetry: Dick pills

ceaseless ads for dick pills

spill out of this plastic box

every moment of every day

telling me that my performance is weak

like I'm a fucking sports car or something

always hard

always happy

that's the american dream

isn't it?

forcing the cholesterol wash down hard paths

through a heart that stopped beating

years ago

into the tip of a phallus that doesn't know when to stop

we are an erection that's running out of things to fuck

but we can't stop jamming these pills down our throats

swallowing anything to keep our dicks hard

washing it all down with buckets of chemicals

splashdown in the liquor sea

bubbling up antacid clouds

through the antibiotic antidepressant antianxiety bitches brew

strung out eyes follow the hookers of the world

working girls won't even look us in the eye any more

they've seen the raw and bleeding sunrise

at the end of the oil and cocaine fueled nights

and they know we're not paying nearly enough

to make them put up with our shit

and our promises

and our lies

lazy and soaked in gasoline

barely seeing the outline of the street

we stumble still looking for a cheap hotel

and getting turned out of the doors

doesn't stop us

laughing when our friends tell us

you're gonna die young

forcing each breath through a cloud of tobacco

and exhaust fumes

fuck you man

I'm gonna die hard

and I'm gonna die happy