3 low budget poems re: my infinite SUP/INF: eriority.

ENERGY CRISIS:

all i ever want to talk about is how unappreciated i am.

like,
the world is all into burning up Middle East Oil, all the time
stupid and loud,
and here i sit
The Sun
taken for granted
offering so much
under-understood
basically ignored
blamed for cancers.

&&&

2 cool 4 school, and commerce!!!!!:

it's always so serene
and satisfying
to leave the grocery store
empty handed
passing through the checkout lanes
like a ghost
walking through walls.

on the other hand lately
i have dinner at my mom's house
a lot.

&&&

available schadenfreude dressings:

i'm never comfortable ordering things by their stupid names,
at stupid restaurants.

sometimes, when the radiation levels
from my own hatred, of my own face,
get a little too high,
and my eyebrows look at me
like somebody pasted them on
as a joke, like a mr. potatohead doll,
sometimes, those times
i look at photographs of
Robert Pinsky
and feel a little bit better.

it was worse as a child. not the eyebrows,
but the restaurants. i'll have a gorilla
grilled cheese, please. i'll have the choo choo chicken
fingers, please. i think this menu might be mocking us, mom.

fuck you, all.
i have to go shave my eyebrows
and order shirley temples
and never fit in anywhere.