Rye whiskey and pork jowl pizza

(Originally published by Horror Sleaze Trash)

your wife asks you to put

a bullet in her head

normally this would be

taken as a joke but

recently she has been in

immense pain and is in

no joking mood whatsoever

trust me I know

I don’t even get a smile

when I speak of Asian

hookers or dog dick

I know it’s serious then

I feel pure guilt enjoying

this ten dollar cigar

and good rye whiskey

while she aches and moans

in bed well before bedtime

I’ve gotten her water

rubbed her back

and put a heating pad

on her as requested

but I still feel empty 

as if I’m incapable of helping

I am making a pork

jowl cauliflower crust pizza

I put the crust on for the initial bake

I try a sample of the cut up jowl

the dog stares at me

I take out a chewed piece

for him to sample as well

he devours it and continues

licking the patio pavement

where it landed

now the fucker won’t leave

me alone and go to bed

with his ailing mother

as a dog he’s a mama’s boy

lays on her legs at night

I have to move him constantly

he also gets up out of bed

every time she rises

here lately with the disease

this has been constant

with multiple trips to the bathroom

as my cigar now burns down

I refill my glass of rye

I’ve become a fan of rye recently

a competitor to my usual bourbon

sometimes more spice is nice

my wife needs to feel

some spice right now

more than I do

as I relight this nub

I am hating myself for enjoying life