This poem is for a Delightfully Dark Radio Show, so if you’re in the mood for something deliciously dark this evening, go ahead, take a peek. But don’t worry, I won’t be offended if you leave.
It’s Never Enough
Fuck what the modernists say,
the world is black and white
like this cigarette–
you have the used
and the ready to be used,
death and youth,
and all those shades of gray
are lies, man,
trivial fucking pursuits.
I know cuz I’m evil
every time I steal
one a’ god’s creations
the horde eats, and
I pick my kill clean.
Use my fingernails
to slit its scuff.
Adrenaline is potent stuff,
and if the fowl bites back,
rooster reminds me how
I like it rough.
I’m not the nicotine,
mother fucker,
I’m the dirty cough.
Ruffle my plumage,
while I give this fag a suck.
I left the latest carcass bleeding
in the back of the pickup.
“Should be enough,”
I tell them as they circle round
but I know from the shadow
of my mother’s skull
through a cloud of putrid puff,
it’s never enough.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Artwork: Christopher Lovell
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