Immersion

sacrosanct

We avoid the truth

too hard too

Bitter

We smile and say how are you

Life goes on

We walk away

 It's like a Russian novel 

Fyodor trapped in a cabin just he and a crusty old bear

and 16 cases of vodka 

The snow piles up and the wind is outrageous. 

The bear likes his vodka neat

Fyodor with a little snow 

 I'm tired of this

no response

world I live in

   Fire is hidden

      Smoke is invisible 

  so what

Fuck yer Fire 

glad handing bastards 

shaking smiles

and unwashed underwear

Coffee grinds in your pants

Rotten incubus rotting in your pathetic

mind of uh ohs 

and phony who cares

  About ME

 

 He complained about the famous underground comic artist

He's a fucking asshole!

We were in here drinking

The Expansion

On Market St.

And he grabbed my diary and threw it in the dishwater!

Fucking asshole!

I pulled it out and the ink was just

running off the pages

He ruined weeks of writing

Motherfucker!

 Wait that's a marmot?

At 3 am? 

In the city in your backyard?

Nah man we're not coming out

If it's still there tomorrow give us a call but it might

be a raccoon 

It's no raccoon I know marmots 

I've been in the mountains

Why don't you come out and we'll smoke a bowl?

Who is this?

 Peter Carini U.S. Marine, Writer

 Lose

Yr Petunia

Hardy

Har

Har

grapes n taco sauce

Pushn 

Brums 

Elite

In seconal duodenum

Words are just words

And if you believe that

Hardy

Har

Har

Say hello

   To a oops 

My legs are on the table

My apologies 

and carry on

Carry on

 

 

 

 Too many

far flung aspirations

w edibles on 97

Grey brown green

Remote

     5.97 

Too much

   Blame game 

 Nah

Look to the live

To the rocks

And dirt

And bushes 

   scrub 

       Constitution in black rocks

       kicked and covered in white dirty sand

Your truck sucks