let’s play defuse the bomb

there is always construction

in front of the bar

i go to to depress

into the what is is what

makes me order a drink

close to paint thinner

for i have gotten fat

on other beverages and myself

a giant guessing what’s next

though the tv offers some clues

of the apocalypse with child murderers

and child terrorists and child drunks

messing up this city by peeing on it

and i gotta go to the bathroom

but it’s full with someone

too tired to come out

and so i go to the back

and let go

for i’m always so stressed

and a couple’s kissing beside me

a girl not much younger than an ewe

the man made from facial hair

and glasses that cover his eyes

leaving me wondering what

he’s looking at

and worse

what is she

though i suppose both might be

looking out for those

child murderers around

and i’m thankful for them

and their kissing

that protects me when i’m

exposed and open and raw and vulnerable

like meat before a butcher

that will bleed but never on the plate

or inside the basket of wings

purchased after straining me out of me

from too many shakes and too few results

and they are fried and battered and good

and i look up to the tv for some advice

on what to do and worry about next

but it is off

and the meal is too cold

and the construction outside still

hasn’t stopped even with those child terrorists

nearby somewhere