Frank’s Depression Poetry

by Frank’s Depression
illustration by R.D.

Depression Recommendation
Tell your lover you need time alone
to masturbate. Count the questions.

Late Ride
Climb into the passenger’s seat of my mind
and ride paranoid
into late night ghetto sirens.
Thin female
bleached hair,
hospital gown,
razor scars,
prostituting in front of trash can fire.
she looks like an ex-lover,
grab your crotch
and itch until your scrotum bleeds.
Black bum at red light,
wrapped in broken Christmas lights,
has his hand in your open window.
Relax man. It’s Easter!
Hey, look,
A portable TV with wings, flying low
smashing the windshield.

Thanks
Bring the beer
I’m down here.
Be careful where you step
there are tools everywhere.
I’m repairing a broken heart,
damn thing’s been on the fix
for 8 months.
Thanks for the beer.
keep the change.
Without sounding too emotional,
you know, Jesus,
You’re the only real friend I can count on.
I’m not complaining,
After Eve dumped me,
you found me in an alley
holding broken glass against my wrist.
I would have done myself in,
if it weren’t for crying on my shoulder.
I had to be strong for the both of us.
What I’m trying to say is, “Thanks”.
Those beer cans
you stuck in the cracks
of my heart
shoul do the trick.
Once again, thanks, Jesus.

Eve’s beautiful!
Eve’s beautiful!
When she swims
The ocean moans.