Status Updates From Double Scorpion Mezcalito

Write as if your sexual organs are in flames,
until your fingers cramp, until your eyes
bleed, until you use the bathroom in your
pants, set fire to all your words, throw them
out the window, now you’re ready, proceed.

Ghost Dance warriors, united dead
and living, Sitting Bull knew how
to make war not love and love not war,
I feel a déjà vu annihilation coming.

“Do you realize what you
did? Do you remember?
Do you even care?”

The Night is Friendly

Tommy Keys pulled the black knit sailor’s cap over his ears and eyebrows, checking himself in the mirror. Frigid glacier blue eyes stared stonily from above a neatly trimmed mustache.

What color is the wind?
What color is an orgasm?
What color is death?
There is no sea of tranquility
There’s no such thing as a small miracle

“Sympathy For The Devil”
came on the radio, as I
burned rubber down Main

Like a banshee from hell
in a stolen car with a
Christmas tree tied on top

I wasn’t going anywhere
important, only to see my
shrink so she could tell me
something known by all.

A man enters the confessional and says to the priest, “Father, it has been one month since my last confession. I have had sex with Nookie Green every week for the last month.”
The priest tells the sinner, “You are forgiven. Go out and say three Hail Mary’s.”