Not an easy life
Harried by the demons
Jack is desperate
far too many
bopping cropping popping up
lambasting him inside
Each and every one a bruiser
shrill and quite accusatory
you don’t have a child
you don’t have a wife
Tough to manage that’s for sure
feelings he can’t skirt
having to face brutal monster
gobbed up psychic dirt
Feels himself in lobster clappers
snapped in half or worse
smarts from a gazillion wounds
gobbed up psychic dirt
Never-ending pain
breaking pieces off his brain
even soaking through his shirt
gobbed up psychic dirt
Yucky bits of protoplasm
gnarled inside his head
clogged up veins & arteries
blockage widely spread
Waxing acrimonious
overwhelmed by strife
facing countless disappointments
not an easy life
madness that’s ubiquitous
cuts him like a knife
Trying hard to rise above this
leaves him feeling worse
little he can do about
gobbed up psychic dirt
Never-ending pain
breaking pieces off his brain
even soaking through his shirt
gobbed up psychic dirt
Yang who is a bimbo
cozies to a shrink
am I such a bimbo
doctor tell me what you think
Absolutely not
this cold clinician sneers
picking stubborn & ungainly
loogies from his beard
Yang in time you will be fine
this a minor hurt
you can manage
have no fear of
gobbed up psychic dirt
Never-ending pain
breaking pieces off his brain
even soaking through his shirt
gobbed up psychic dirt
BIO: #802: KC Wilder Bio
Contrary to misleading internet posts,
KC Wilder is not a hyper-ambitious female bicycle coach,
neither is he a pop novelist …
An ethereal eco-journalista,
phantom prankster,
Edgislator,
now-and-zen beat up experimental writer,
a tough-to-fathom porcupinester
making points in skeevy joints …
Whether traipsing Limantour or at Abbott’s Lagoon
in brazen glory of summer’s glow …
far from Mister Hilla Dilla
punching teensy tiny holes in walls at edge of sanity,
feeling discomboobulated,
waiting for a train to come,
full of unfulfilled desires.