top of page

I'm Here To Make Sure That Your Heart Still Works 🪞 C. Morgenrede

American Wool, pre-WWII sheep populations in Kentucky;

basil leaves, pinched mozzarella, salted heirloom tomatoes,

baker’s dozen chocolate glazed donuts covered in sprinkles,

sprayed paint dripping Pollocks onto poked-up black bones,

fried artichoke head flashed out for a brief 80’s pop queen lover;

stored-away family farm animal sterilization tools,

constant knee surgery simulator practice teaches patience;

increments of life like the space between man and canvas;

if you’re my madonna, then I’m your macarena;

“you know, their situation is sooo hatfield and mccoy;”

“how am I doing, well, my alarm clock this morning was

the sound of a rapid-fire nail gun popping into my wall;”

“I was drunker than shit one night man, just so fucked up, I was out kinda near water valley, I was young, driving back from some family event, I drove as fast as I could, I was going well over a hundred miles an hour, I didn’t give a fuck if I killed anyone, and truthfully, I didn’t care if I killed myself, because in all actuality, I wanted to end my life, I was so fucked up ya know, but before I smacked into a guard rail or another vehicle I got pulled over, I’m surprised I stopped, I just insulted that cop up and down, I told the guy I was fucked up and he asked me if I’d be willing to blow a breathalyzer or submit to a sobriety test and I said fuck no dick lips why don’t you blow me, and then he asked me if I wanted to sleep it off in a cell and then be booked in the morning, I told the officer to go fuck his own ass in hell, but then I took a second to think and said sure, ya know because, that did sound fair and reasonable; I learned a lot that night, got a great lawyer, started drinking less, anyways did you know that the cops can’t shine a light in your eye while they’re interrogating you or all the charges against you get dropped? lucky me;”

I’m at the monthly orgy but it’s my first time,

I got invited by a friend I made on the train,

I introduce myself and remove my clothes,

I hang a sign around my naked body, it reads:

“i’m just gunna read & jerk off in the corner”

Little Misses and Mr. C parked expectedly,

smoochin’ sin-like; low breath teasing,

necks bent inward, exhales exchanged

between lip-breaks; bruised blood forms

stars on your chest; your touch treasured

like hillside winds and autumn rainfall;

“i saye yous nd me closer dan cheezon berger”

🚗 C. Morgenrede lives in Tennessee. When he’s not playing pinball he’s typing out prose in his notes app. His most recent project, ABUSER, is available at Pig Roast Publishing.


bottom of page