Ants

Feel the shame twinkling in the bells
Oh this cheap port
My console in a cup
Another smoke?
My lungs say wait
My brain says wait because words are coming
Gears turning
What’s up fatlip?
Got a bad case of writers block
It’s hardly rare
I got it too
Yet here I am
More garbage
Rubbish in the key of nonsense
No nova police here
So stay away from peanut butter and junk among other things
Alligators backs slowly penetrating murky water surface
Cheap port twinkling in the bells
Listen
Hungry wolves
Greeting you at the front gate
What’s happened to your sense of the haiku man?
You’ve spilled out over the brim and nobody wants to clean up the mess
Won’t take the time to even notice this cosmic bullshit
Maybe acknowledgment in passing
Nothing more
Well that’s all I can do myself anyhow
Why expect anything more from anyone else
I reach for a piece of salami as I wake up from a doze
Ants scatter across my hand
I have disturbed the colony on my salami
How long have I fucking been asleep?
Theyre all over my fucking salami
Little fucking buggers
Just what I needed
There couldn’t be any ants on my salami in El Dorado
I took away their salami
Now it looks like they’re trying to eat my book
Bugger
I shouldn’t fall asleep they may try to eat me
If this is my last poem
All I have to say is
Fucking ants