Apr 192013

by Mike Jurkovic


You can’t shit on my head

from five floors up

and say the wind shifted.


It’s not right

and you fuckin’ know it.

I don’t care how many


Mental disorders

Rummage through your family

like Fleet Week.


This is a matter

of social sanction:


I don’t shit on your head

and you don’t shit on mine.

I don’t chase your daughters

and you, ya fuck

don’t chase mine.


It’s simple, really.

Only a fool

could fuck it up


‘cos I’m not usually

the one who expects

the kid next to me to start shooting

but I’m learning to live

with some doubt.