Joefiles 112 Is Out ..

I have posted a new volume of poems called: 'Joefiles 112 - Brief Definitions of Moments' (click here to view) and I posted a poem from this new volume below .. cheers ..

my dad and the outer world

as much as i avoid it,
i'm turning more
and more into my
old man as i grow old.

like him,
i sincerely believe that most
people that waddle about
on this planet are truly selfish beings
that resist evolution and intelligence
for the path of easy resistance.

even friends get rooted
out for the way that they really
are and when the ugliness gets exposed,
you begin avoiding public spots
and anywhere that there may be
strangers abound.

this morning,
i had to leave a restaurant to get
some wet wipes for my son's sugar disaster
at the breakfast table
and on the way out
there was a massive man holding the door
open for a long line of people walking in and out.
as folks streamed by,
he kept saying:
'YOU'RE WELCOME,
SURE NO SWEAT,
COME AGAIN.'

all of this was in some nasty tone because
not everyone was thanking him for
his tireless effort to avoid being nice.

and as i said,
'thanks' to his vapid face,
i descended into the raining parking lot
and really wanted to turn right around and say:
'LOOK HERE BOZO THE BIG HUNGRY BOY,
TAKE YOUR UNHEALTHY, FAT HAND
OFF THAT DOOR AND WADDLE UP TO
THE PODIUM TO GET YOUR NAME ON
THE BIG LIST TO EAT A MASSIVE
BREAKFAST YOUR HEART IS GOING
TO AGAIN LOATHE YOU FOR
AND DO EVERYONE THAT HAS
UNFORTUNATELY HAD TO BE SUBJECTED
TO YOUR EXISTENCE A FAVOR
AND APOLOGE FOR MAKING
THE CHOICE TO HOLD THE DOOR FOR US
AND THEN VERBALLY PISS INTO OUR
EARS BECUASE YOU WEREN'T VALIDATE
FOR SOMETHING NONE OF US FUCKERS
ASKED YOU TO DO.'

instead,
i put my wife and son ahead of
that fleeting desire to
dip further into my father's psyche
and just get the wet naps
to wash way all the thick stickiness
that inevitably slips through
no matter how hard you try to be
clean and untainted.