Yeah, I Get It (But I Still Don’t Think It’s Funny) By Kevin Hinman

I believe in the beauty of ripped stockings,

black lungs, black lipstick, black coffee,

and cats who can’t wait for the night to turn caustic,

go bare-knuckle jukeboxing,

throw back shots for all the washed-up rock prophets

who left us in the cold to hold each other hostage,

and swap kisses for the class of Getting 86ed Too Often.

Fuck talking,

I want to see the blood of Nancy Spungen come gushing out the faucet.

I want to melt into those always lawless Motor City mosh pits,

but the bouncers that I used to fuck have moved on out to Austin.

I guess they just got sick of all the shit that I was lauding.

I guess it happened far too often.

If I’m ever passing through maybe I’ll call them.

I hear the sunrise there is awesome.

I hear the sunsets there are awesome.

 Kevin Hinman is a Southern California writer and rapper, and my fiction and features have appeared in Temenos, blink-ink, Newtown Literary, and Mojo magazine.