Rob Lawton

"Fuck You God"

Fuck you god, you are a
fraud and a
fucking charlatan.
your dreams are
small and
useless to me.
I am a
molecule
on your testicle I
am a
slave
to your
possibility.
I am your
enemy now god and I
hate you deeply, yet
you throw me
an occasional
bone to
keep me
in your
stable of whores.
I wonder, ifyou
care a bit,you
small time
phony, with
just enough
magic
to retain a
shred
of
credibility.

"Old Flame"

I imagine you
on your back
your legs are spread apart
your soles on his chest
your eyes drip
awe and
satisfaction

his chest is a rock
his teeth shine and
his cock is fat
like rope
on an Asian trawler

his skull is probably numb
from years of quick service
touchdowns
easy blowjobs and
soles on that
glorious chest

his cock is an
undeniable marvel
those veins
pumping fire and
cooling nectar

you look up at him
your eyes dripping
awe and
satisfaction

and he’s smiling
such joy for him
in this
release

your breasts
pour blossoms
up at his thick
shiny eyes

and then he’s done
you’ve had
more than enough
and you don’t miss me.

"Blood spills up from the heavens, down from hell"

My god I
see now that it’s
all
a trick.
a big soup of
pure chance
mixed with
the dreams
of retarded children.
I see now that
life is a
game in which
everyone
loses.
my god now I see
every
dirty little trick you have.
how my brain is
just
big enough to
torture me.
how the echoes of
a trillion like me
still is neck and neck with
nothing.
I see now god how
you laugh at me.
at most.

"tail end, fourth beer/I'm loose

Spilling like the dreams of your youth
all over the Avenida del Norte
drink the wisdom of Lorca and
share beer with the
rich haired, flat nosed Mexicans
who smile at you and
try to fuck your girlfriend when
you take a piss.
let her stay then, I’m
gone
to the Spring Street lounge
where the bartender
is fat
but tougher than me
for awhile
longer.

"Lousy Odds"

no, baby
I can’t love you
what if you get cancer?
hit by a car?
I don’t want to live in
those aftermath houses

no, baby
I can’t see you
what if I get cancer?
paralyzed?
I’ll miss life too much
because of you

no, baby
I can’t
stay away from you
because it’s
too late
for anything else.

"Dance With Her Stupid"

shhhh, it’s ok, I’m sorry, I’m
so very, deeply
regretful
of my
inept, crackpot
failed schemes involving
an elaborate system
of pulleys and
a team of
alleged
experts.
gosh, I am just
mortified
about the entire
series of incidents and I
sincerely hope it
in no way has
interfered with
your steady
march
toward the
grave.

"Flow"

thieves
lick each other
afterwards.
we all
need it.
need
eachother.
warm bodies
lifting
the
mind.

"Naturally"

the beauty of
an ostrich
walking free
through the
hotlands
or
a cheetah
MOVING!
with graceful precision
or you,
carefully fastening
your hair into
a braid
without noticing
me
watching.

"Seen Worse"

30’ish days left
on the
rent.
a pound of
weed
in the
freezer.
no cash, but
electricity’s
humming.
typer is
juiced.
seems like
plenty
to me.

"Small Moments Explain God"

this is
one
of those
times
when
a cigarette
sitting in an
ashtray is
pushing smoke
directly
towards my face
and if I were to
drop a lid to a jar it would
certainly
land with the
important side
down
against the
dirt, so
best just to
do little
‘till this
all
blows
over.

"Spill it all over the pavement baby, No one cares"

and those
things which
seemed to
elude you before
are here now.
though not so
sweet
without the
mystery
of their
absence.
much smaller somehow
after the
capture and
the game
preceding.
the victory was
in
the fight.
and now
that’s gone
too.

"Sorry Baby"

you
cringed
like
a
petal
against
a
flame.
you
were
wounded
and
the
rest
are
only
details.

"Keep Breathing"

sometimes
the small moments
hurt worse
than a
general collapse.
breaking a glass
filled with
your last bits of nectar.
lost keys
with no more time.
the way she used to
scream in frustration,
crying from
the silk of a spring.
from the weight of
a fruit on a branch.
from a breeze that
doesn’t wait for anything.

"A Lesson"

Once, I was with
a drunk.
he was drinking gold tequila from
a fifth bottle and I
accidentally
knocked it over.
he never flinched
(unlike me) but
his eyes moved like those in
a painting at a haunted house
or
a cartoon dinosaur.
he simply
picked up
the TIGHTLY CAPPED
bottle from the floor
and
continued.