new views old habits with scorpions

I’m

in a new place

with a different view

of dilapidated rooftops

and uncoordinated

color schemes

it all

seems familiar

perhaps

the naked ladies

and the cologne

I spray

when I want to

remember

her

and

the incredible

blow jobs

ignite the neurons

or

maybe

it’s the overpriced

cheap red wine

made from

agent orange

grapes

fermented with

the blood

of the innocent

sipped from

recycled paper cups

decorated with doraemon

that makes it

all seem

so familiar

but one thing is certain

as I lay naked

and drunk

on a cigarette burned

and cum stained

couch

scorpion

in the background

I’m not used to living

with someone I don’t know

and surely

she’s not happy

about it

either.

-JDR-

social media regrets

I was late to the social

media

spectacle

and for many reasons

I regret

my decision

to conform

to the inevitable

 

my life as a contrarian

hadn’t produced anything

worth more than a

“I’m better than you”

quip

for not blindly

following the

uncivilized masses

 

gifs and memes

blogs and vlogs

shares and retweets

 

snaps and emojis

 

insta-internet-stardom

 

were not on my

lexical spectrum.

 

fast forward two years

since I finally

bent the knee to

the modern day kings

 

and now i recieve

reminders about

who i became friends with

 

what news stories i shared

 

what drugs i consumed

that led to ill-fated

pictures

black-eyes

and

incorrect predictions.

 

and in this

i find solace

and

peace

that in two years

from now

 

this poem

will

reappear

on my timeline

 

and i’ll remember

this night,

 

especially that it was

like any other night,

 

drowned in booze

and

little round pills.

 

-JDR-