woke up in the middle of the night barfing

jim mcmahon and walter payton

it was one of those things that happens every now and then.

all this bile in my gut rises in my throat and tries to suffocate me in my sleep.

i usually have the most deep, peaceful, black out sleeps.

but every once and a while there’s a disturbance in the force.

a blue moon.

as a wolf howls on top of a berm.

there are two types of people, my murderous puke hissed as it crawled up my windpipe last night

there are people who will never learn, who dont wanna learn, who are losers, who will always be losers, who will fucking always just get in the way, and even when they die it will cause traffic jams

and then there are those who might not get it now, but who try, who will ultimately contribute to the tribe, some sooner than later.

as the frothy bile made its way to the light my head automatically turned away from my window and towards the door

so the puke wouldnt end up in my beautiful waterbed.

so impending death wouldnt stain my silk sheets.

as i woke, i choked, my cats scattered, the christmas lights switched on

and an old man whispered