I Leered At The Carnage
I Leered At The Carnage
Poetry
By Eric Chase
Copyright 2013 Eric Chase
Lettuce Neck Productions
Cover Art by Justin Byxbe
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The following is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The Real Me
I was brilliant
I was a fool
I wrote about everything
I wrote about nothing
Meticulous
I had product in my hair
A gleam in my eye
I wore Aviators
I was a handsome motherfucker
Party Man
He had a boat
There was beer
He possessed a wealth
Of loose women
Jobs
Do this
They say
Come in
Now
Work
You need the money
Johnny and the rock
Under the table
I hid
Johnny's eye was
Black
I had thrown
A Rock
At his face
Friends
I didn't like people
Well,
Some of them
Sancho
In search of prosperity
Hope, Dreams
Back home
Another man penetrated his love
Watching over his abode
Hole Head
He sat
And ate
I peered through the hole
In his head
Into his thoughts
Through his dreams
Three
Pricked and poisoned
Abused and refused
Sweet and sold like Taffy
Shattered, discarded
Disposed of like
Trash
Cigarette Man
Packed to the brim
Overflowing with death
Providing life
Hijacked, strong-armed
Left with but one
Marlboro
Bald
Reflections of myself
A two headed monster
Bald
Scabby
Disgusting
Animals
Her width was absurd
Unable to fit
Through a standard
Doorway
Not human
But beast
Suits
I wore a suit
I looked
In the mirror
It was
Strange
I was
Different
Fancy shoes
Shiny
And black
I had polished them
Thoroughly
My shoes were better
They were
Shinier
Wedding dancer
I drank
And I danced
The more I
Drank
The better
I was
The Giant
I was lost
In a car
On a lawn
The giant pressed on
I leered at the
Carnage
The Whistler
He whistled
And worked
A man tried to
Kill
His uncle
Overalls
The house was abandoned
A pack of wild children
Clawed at the cracked white paint
Should I notify the Police?
Or kill them myself?
Sicily
Dainty and dark
With a hint of red
High, screeching tones
Her marine was in Texas
I waited and yearned
CK
She was ugly
Not
Grotesque
There was something
I was
Infatuated
Indian burn
On the playground
I laughed
She twisted my Arm
I spat
In her face
Money
I needed it
I hated it
It was crucial
It was
Pointless
Wallet
I took my
Money
Out of my wallet
I gave it to the man
He gave me
A new
Wallet
Poka dot socks
"They stole my
Bike,
My jeans and my
Socks" he said
I nodded
He was
Losing
His
Mind
Bow and arrow
From bamboo shades
Constructed tools of
Death
Entertainment
I was a
Deadeye
The Arabs
The house smelled
They yelled and
Screamed
They had a
Party store
Basketball
I haven't played
In a while
I've lost my touch
You never
Had
A touch
The Hallway
The bell rang
I didn't want to
Leave
Or stay
It was my
Secret
The Future
Straighten up
He said
Or you'll wind up
In a
Trailer park
Myrtle Beach
I looked out
At the
Sea
I listened and
Smelled
I remembered and
Stayed
Forever
Sweet Jane
A pain
In her back
She laid down
Resting
She slept
Forever
Grandpa
He looked like
Me
Older and
Grey
I sat, unknowing
Faded away
Upstairs
A sense
A knowledge
Premonition
I felt it in my
Spine
I wasn't Alone
Driving
I road in a truck
Ham sandwiches
A hot summer
Day
Fishing
OJ had killed
His
Wife
Bear
They call you
Satan
It had better
Disappear
Or you
Will
Papa Romano's
Grab a rag
There's
Blood
All over my
Car
Pizza Face
Her leg was infected
Rotting
She talked and dripped
Into the food
Her legs, rotting
Poising the world
Thomas Gardner br />
Locked away
A prisoner from
The light
He smoked
And wet
Himself
Brian Said Dance
Dance
Get some pussy
Everyone dances
I shrugged
And drank
I danced
Menace
With dirty feet
A fat face
A trailer queen
That monster
That whore
The porch
They came
And they went
They drank from plastic cups
Smoking cigarettes, pot and
Crack
Some were great men
Others,
Scoundrels
Shroom Business
We smiled
They smiled
I sneered
We cooked them in the oven
Acting
Believing
Profiting
Deceiving
Karate Mike
Entangled and struggling
Red-hot rage
The father kicked
Each child
In the chest
Shed
It's time
The drummer is in the tent
Drunk
Incoherent
The bassist has quit
And they were all here
For them
Jailbird
A card shark, a criminal
A snaggletoothed grin
Twitching and plotting
Staring and rotting
A Jailbird
Forever
Woozy
Are you Okay?
They asked
I went to answer
But I was
Asleep
Again
Greener
It looks
Good
From here
I could smell the
Freshness
I took a chance and
Hopped the fence
It was brown
And
Dead
Whiskey Mondays
Walking to the store
An Arab
It was Monday Night Football
Solo cups of
Whiskey
Seagram's
Greatness
Freaky Face
Wind in my Face
The truck drove on
Into the Cones
Wind in my Face
Glass in hers
Screaming
Fountaining Crimson
Screaming
Dirty Girl
Her face radiated
Heavenly warm tones of
Rich gold
She pretended she was
Nice
I knew
Different
PCP
I walked
Across the field
To
The slide
"I have PCP" he said
I doubt it, I thought
I smoked
He was
Right
Vodka and Redbull
I drank
Whiskey
She, Vodka
We fell
Laughing
Biting
Humping
The Pilot
Clutching
At the stick
Screaming
Down the road
Crying
Blubbering
Emotional, wild
Insane
Comrad
Wheathins
Or Ritz
Crushed in my hand
In the pipe
Smoke it, you Albanian
Don't be
A
Pussy
B&E
Pale grey Skies
Cold
Reflections
Tugging
Frosted steel
Seeking
Change
Drugs, or
Paperclips
Drunk driving
Turn left
No, Right
Back and forth
In the street
I weaved
They
Made me dance
Stop this! I yelled
Take me to
Jail
2004
Glory
Sweet, majestic rapture
The ugly giant,
Overthrown
The Motor City
On top
Again
Careers
What would you do
For
Money?
Answer Phones?
Carry a briefcase?
Walk, jog
Eat
Shit?
Wear a Suit
Speak Chinese
Pornography, Science
Drugs
College
I embarked
To
Learn
A higher institution
A prosperous mob
Of whores
Old houses and
Rivers
Of vomit
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Maniacal laughter
Rampant asinine debauchery
Severely pummeled
With feathers,
Murder
Blond Guy
Fat and blond
Bulbous
Bizarre and befuddling
Beyond fat
Bitchy and boisterous
Fat and Blond
Pot
Aromatic with
Emerald
Soothing
Filling fancy glassware
Fashioned in a hut
By men with beards
And slippers
Women
With names like
Waterfall
And Everbean
The Woods
Crumpled leaves rustling
Further away
From
Civilization
The gypsie's camp smelled of
Urine
A suitable log
Observing the
Scenery
Fisherman
Beef jerky on a
Hook
Cast out to
Sea
Waiting, wishing
Puzzling
Intent on a
Bite
The cool grandma
She told stories
Of leather jacketed uncles
Frontiersman
Movemakers
Of jumped fences
And
Lost love
Real Fishing
On the shores
Smelling of worms and
Beer
I pissed
Ruthlessly
Into a bush
BB
I laid in the
Grass
Staring
Slithering
Unknowing, unrespecting
The true
Aim
Of my
Assailant
Family vacation
From Montana to
Peru
The van rolled on
Day and Night
Waterfalls and
Tribes of pigmy
Cannibals
SG
Yearning and spitting
Warm water from a
Waxy
Plastic cup
I peddled harder,
The cards in my
Spokes
Freedom
Arban
A foreigner
A speech impediment
A cleaved toe
Eaten?
Perhaps
Or too dumb
To
Realize
Girbaud
Green and tan
Striped
Elegant
Where
did
You
Get
Your Girbaud?
Christmas
I laughed
And drank
With friends
We were Merry
Miles away
Another man grunted
On top of my love
Christmas II
It was cold
December rains and
Jack frost
My father and I
Sat
In wool chairs
Sipping
Scotch
The Fight
He walked on
While his
Assailant
Tormented
I'll not fight he said
The aggressor leered
Then was
Punched out
Cold
Burts
He liked coffee
Planting
Tomatoes
He was a large fan of
Fishing
Drinking
Cutting himself
Teve
Covered in cats
Fur in his lip and
Eyes
Consuming
Chocolate powder
Straight
From the
Can
Brains
A towering Fool
Hip
Moronic
Driving a white Acura
So
Country
Zipper tits
Layers of leather
Silver zipped teeth
Constricting
Zipper tits
Zipper tits
Set the girls
Free
Beer
My cup clinked
On the counter
Empty
I shook my head
She nodded
And poured into my cup
Suds
Cold; Excellent
Saturday
We awoke
Early
Ravaged with
Thirst
For the blood
Of innocent
Warriors
Booger
He took the
Speedometer
Out
His furrowed brow
Black with oil
Slick with
Vodka
He put the
Speedometer
In
Large R
I must
Have thrown it away
Forever, gone
Here it is
Where I put
It
Z
Close and
Familiar
Conquered and forgotten
That smell
Recalls
The fire in the
Night
Haunted House
The hall was red
Vertical
Elongated
Emptied of life
An eerie
Tinge
Fart Laugher
The more he did it
The faster
They came out
With ripping sounds and
Foul
Gas
Always Cuz
Always, cuz
Always
No;
Only
Sometimes
Fancy Chicken Sandwich
I gently laid
A lovingly toasted
Roll
With apprehension, flush
On the counter
Velvety breast, kissed
By the grill
Tucked in
With
Bacon
Rose
She ran
Up the hill
Her chins, mocking
She had lost one-hundred thirty pounds
An entire
Attractive
Woman
Tiff
The pearl of the ball
A line dancing hussy
Magnificent and drunken
In the minds and loins of
Forty dead
Eyes
Drinking
Train tracks
I stumbled with the
Vomit
All over
I cursed and