how i woke up funny today

i potentially forgot what i was going to write about today.

i remember in the days of yore,
when mountains caved and lonely sores
hurt more than they do nowadays.

clouds stand still on seasides when
the pigs all crowd around the pen
and eagerly await the slaughter.

the deadly infection spread like churches
and all along the forest, birches
were hacked down before speaking to their grandchildren.

and what i wanted most from life,
was to settle down and find a wife
who liked to watch horror on saturdays.

but she never came to me, you see
that blind men do, occasionally
take walks in the park and admire the sun.

to be frank, i'm frantic.
to be clear, i'm crazy.
to be honest, i'm hectic.
to be...anyone, i'm me.

i wasn't expecting anything to happen today. but she did. anything visits me in my dreams. and the whiteness and innocence of her hair astounds me every time. the way it captures the sun or the moon catches my eye.

and i saw a joint for the first time not on TV. was it a joint? i don't know.

what's that on the fire, mrs. lovett?

i enjoy what you think you enjoy like your mother enjoyed last week at noon on tuesday night. and i think i dislike what you said to your girlfriend last week about her hips.

we all heard it. it was rude.

and the scars on my wrists shall always stay there,
though not because i put them there,
it was hatred for me,
hatred for them,
and the veins that bubble under beg for release,
like rivers overflowing their banks.

it's gross that way.

did i mention that potentially forgot about what i was going to write about today?