Chinese fire drill

Tragedy and insanity
populate my village
like lepers
breeding like hamsters in heat
on fertility medication.

Madness seeps in between
mortar
and stone
like wind
from a tornado tearing
through a screen door.

And as a gaggle of hot
young
female Chinese
and Japanese
college students
fills the bar
with the air of
internet porn fantasy and
squeal behind me
with glee
I sit on my stool
in front of my beer
with an errant erection
wanting me to point south
and push…

I mean,
seriously,
this is my life
and people
expect me to survive…

the humor
is dark,
sick
and thick.

There are
18
college age,
cute,
Chinese girls
lounging about
and laughing
in a bar
in Cedar Rapids
fucking Iowa
and for the second time this week
a strangeness has struck
from far, far out
in left field.

There are days
I don’t even believe
I’m awake.

There are random moments like this
that are just too strange
for my mind
to accept
as real
and so
I fall into a pit
of ludicrous
and craven denial.

The challenges
are immense
and those
that can’t comprehend
my madness
are a gifted
if ignorant lot
and I congratulate them
on their freedom
from this dire doom.

In the meantime
I dodge the artillery
fired at me from every direction
and try to not say
bukaki
too loud.

When the road ends
and the gas is stuck
and there’s no where to go
but over
the cliff
one might as well
enjoy the view
and the ride
before the reality
hits.