The Gold Standard (wood, glass, glue, ink, paper and acrylic paint)

from the darkness

the devil owes me some onions

he was making a lasagna

one night and i gave him some

from my surplus supply

i wasn't aware that you put onions

in lasagna, but what do i know

i’m just a man who's intentions are good

a sinner who can’t stop crying

i also asked him for some things

that i’d rather not talk about in

this poem. it’s confidential.

sure i’m an artist, but not the kind

that tells you all kinds of secrets

about themselves

like i’m an excellent tambourinist

or that my urine tastes like electricity

or that my arms are doll like

and have fallen into the fire 

and that i’m writing

this sitting in a chair

in a forest 

inside a mall 

in New Mexico 

surrounded by monsters

Listening to a neverending 

loop of christmas songs

while the whole world 

slowly turns to shit