Permeating with Cockroaches

the bathtub water runs constantly
but only cold now,

the cockroaches scurry,

a
Make America Great Again
inspired
nationalism pride parade,

crossing the Atlantic,

in lonely plastic bottles wrapped
in corporate ad
slogans
and drifting hate,

a last call to:
a last stop in:
Morocco
Albania
Ghana

Argentina,

suicide seems like an option
but someone keeps hiding
the razor blades and rope,

the aberration grows as
listless vultures are preparing
a gluten free meal
for all the starving children of the world
with their seductive knives
of nature
and boring landscape
paintings,

torn flesh dances with the stars
at midnight
the tyranny of arteries and veins
has now been repressed
as foam and bone
await their lucid release
and various muscles
are now protruding
and on special display
at fine art museums
Paris
Berlin
New York and
L.A.,

no
stitches
Band-Aids
antibiotics
or ambulance rides
can save you now,

you are truly free
and
we can only be jealous.

Brett Stout is a 40-year-old writer and artist originally from Atlanta, GA. He is a high school dropout and former construction worker turned college graduate and paramedic. He writes now while mainly hung-over on white lined paper in a small cramped apartment in Myrtle Beach, SC. He has published several novels of prose and poetry including Lab Rat Manifesto, and has been featured in a vast range of various media including Brown University and the University of California.