Joy M.

A guy walks into a bar and sits down. He starts dialing numbers, like a cell phone, on his hand, then talks into his palm. The Bartender walks over and tells him this is a very tough neighborhood and he doesn't need any trouble. The guy says, "You don't understand. I'm very hi-tech. I had a phone installed in my hand because I was tired of carrying a cellular."  The bartender says, "Yeah? Prove it!" The guy dials up a number and offers his hand to the bartender. The bartender talks into the hand and carried on a conversation. "That's incredible," says the bartender, "I would never have believed it!" "Yeah," said the guy, "I can keep in touch with my broker, my family, you name it. By the way, where is the men's room?" The bartender directs him to the men's room still in awe. The guy goes in and 5... 10... 20 minutes go by and he doesn't return. Fearing the worst given the neighborhood, th

Donnybrook     Squiggly markings scissor across his torso, ever vengeful. Standing high above the mayhem, he is their surveyor. I bleed, assassinating these beings, although I'm struck with a stupendous need to retreat.  One last funeral, until eternal night. I shriek in submission, welcoming deaths cold kiss goodnight. Joy4no1

Theater of the Picayune   Sweat drips down my back. "Do you feel better?" Lance asked, righting his pants. I fumble for a reply, hoping he didn't see when I cried, "Lightly." "They say it gets better," he didn't mean it tawdry, stating a flat fact. "Who's they?" "The ones who placed us here." "Oh... I see." "Another night filled with screams." "At least we receive dopamine." "That's what they compensate for," his smirk is pure theater. Just like the camera staged at our cage. Joy4no1

Hellion   This fucking night, Your pestering eyes. I lost the ability to crawl, when hunted wildness demand I die. This stupid dawn, scouring through fever pitched screams. Is this a dream? Drool lays thick where your maw licks. Smokiness envelopes all sight. Have you torn your camouflage at long last? How dare you clip my wings, While coercing my death. Joy4no1

  I'm not crispy I gave you an unfiltered tap into my life. Boisterous words,       so unlike what I threaten. I'm not a liar,        pouting like a realist! So deep did my words go,       you fell apart              and left me soggy                     without that crispness that holds everything together. Fuck this flame! What an example of humility! Butter me up stud! It doesn't matter      still rolling around           slippery in your starvation                         someone will peck at. Joy4no1  

Washed Out   Cup my face in your hands and tell me you love me. For years I've waited for this moment and it's not what it seems. You're dead and by no fault of your own. What a shame you were a son of a bitch  and didn't know the variation between Gin and bleach.    Joy4no1

  Superannuated The Beast raised his hand, signaling the beginning of the end! Piss soaked underoos. Screams that crack skulls in two. Huddled under a thin sheet of a tablecloth sat I watchful knowing The Beast is all fanfare and calculating intelligence. Whoever took his reading glasses better fess up soon, because of my older brothers and sisters ineptitude. Mother sweeps the world at his feet, there! Shiny bi-spectacles among shattered brains and leftover skins, oh dear, another earthly liquidation caused by daddy dearest getting along in years! Joy4no1  

Miss May   Clouds covering the moon, gave shelter which no one admitted bore the brunt of sinister intent. Hands, make tourniquets when accusations arise. Teeth leave marks, owners deny. The moon shoos blushing veils, there lay one, not two. If only mother moon had thought to unmask the killer of young Miss May her appalled soul wouldn't haunt our town each time night falls.  Joy4no1

Oasis   Sliding into the warm water, limbs entwine. The world falls away as we indulge in hedonistic debauchery. Kiss me like it's your last chance, and I'll murmur it just might be. Console our souls with  candid virtue making all else incensed. Squander time  confront spontaneity until we're lost in an oasis simply  being we. Joy4no1 

A man takes a day off work and decides to go out golfing. He is on the second hole, a par three when he notices a frog sitting near the second tee. He thinks nothing of it and is about to strike the ball when he hears, "Ribbit. 9 Iron." The man looks around and doesn't see anyone. "Ribbit 9 Iron." He looks at the frog and decides to prove the frog wrong, puts his 6 iron away, and grabs a 9 iron. BOOM! he hits 10 inches from the cup. He is shocked. He says to the frog, "Wow, that's amazing. You must be a lucky frog, eh?" The frog replies, "Ribbit. Lucky frog." The man takes the frog with him to the next hole. "What do you think frog?" "Ribbit. 3 wood." The guy takes out a 3 wood and Boom! Hole in one!  The man is befuddled and doesn't know what to say. By the end of the day, the man golfed the best round of golf of his life and asks the frog, "Okay, where to next?" The frog replied, "Ri