“adventures another of a stuipd schmuck”

Tyler R. Martin

 Reading a Bukowski poem out loud to my dad
And giggling like a retarded jackal, 
Sipping slowly at a beer 
And wistfully wishing it was bourbon, 
Lighting a cigarette with an entire book 
Of matches and burning 
My eyebrows off, 
Driving 95 mph on post 
In Fort Drum 
After drinking a gallon of Jack 
And wondering why everything
Is blurry, 
Making shitty alcoholic friends 
And hating them, 
But hating them less than
My friends who don’t drink 
Too much, 
Watching the news and 
Feeling weird that I really don't give flying fuck 
About anything those assholes are 
Over-analyzing, 
Scribbling somber stanzas and 
Wondering why
My depression continues to 
Progress, 
Eating beautiful blonde pussy--
Eating A-LOT of pussy, 
Fucking as much as I fucking can, 
Sitting-- sad, stoned and 
Watching Nirvana and Jim Carrol 
Records rotating for hours….
...this how a simple schmuck like me 
Likes to waste the dreary days 
Of his lonely life,