woke up to the people in the apartment next door fucking. they dont make any noises, just the sound of the bed thumping against the wall. he fucks away at her with great irregularity. he never gets into a good rhythm, or can keep the pace. 20 or so pumps and then 45 seconds of silence. 20 or so pumps and then 45 seconds of silence. but i guess that's his pace. i want to lightly tap on the wall and intimately whisper 'slow fuck her pal, there's people trying to sleep.' But i don't, i just pull the sheet up over my head and wait for their silent orgasms to pass.

isn't it great how people are so great these days

everywhere i went today people were giving me weird looks

like there was a great big smear of shit across it and they were just too polite to tell me.

but there was nothing to tell me,

thats the joke.

it was just my face.

three men with stained shirts and scraggly beards trying to get a jump on the day

the first thing i did today was take some empty beer cans back for the deposit. i needed bread. plus the fruit flies or the gnats or whatever the fuck you call them had been outnumbering me for quite awhile.

when i got to the grocery store with my big black garbage bag full of cans there was a dirty man with dirty travel bags stuffing cans into one of the machines.

there was another dirty man with a shopping cart full of bottles and cans and filthy bags to. but he was just standing there yapping at an uninterested employee stocking the discount bread shelves.

so i went to the other machine that's there. thinking i was real smart. like i'd a get a jump on this dope running his mouth.

the dirty man with the cart came over and muttered something. i couldn't tell if he was speaking french or english. at first i thought he was gonna scold me for jumping the line. his lips flapped and i had to strain to get any idea.

what? i said

it's full, he said.

it's full? i said.

i talked to an employee but… he said.

ok, i said.

i found a corner and stood there with my big black garbage bag full of empty cans looking at the ground. just another dirty man with nowhere to go.

a reverse elephant man

i go to a job every day and sweat and wear my body down for the benefit of some one else. and when i see her ugly fucking kid in expensive clothing fucking around on a macbook a little part of me that was beautiful - like the wind or the sky - dies and shrivels up and becomes hard and black and i carry them, these hard black spots, around with me everywhere i go; carnivals, the pharmacy, bed, the park, my hometown, vacation (jk whats that?) and for the rest of my life they're there. and they multiple inside me, making nests in my soul, and they make me more grotesque, more monstrous and some day i'll be nothing like what i thought a human was supposed be. i guess the jokes on me.