Name Thy Slip of My

my alarm clock was a kick in the balls,
after a cocaine night of listening to comedy
and mix CDs, like a steak dinner.

the bitch of sidewalk
checked my phone
just as Kelly called.

we are all the jealous type
and I want to get on a motorcycle
and flee.

might do a standup set tonight,
but have to poop first
and don't want to deal with all the bullshit.

it's like Phoenix, Arizona all over again,
but I will just blame a victim
and blame myself all over again.

I am, inevitably, going to become
a Saves the Day emo song,
and then she reads my mind and says you are already are.