John woke up with a grenade in his hand.

This is how I remember the fateful concatenation of events which led to my present state.

I’d gone to the flower shop to buy some flowers for my mother for her birthday, her birthday having been the day before. And even though her birthday was the day before, I thought she would still enjoy the flowers, anyway.

Is this a fist I see which approaches my face
with steroid-assisted velocity?
Or is this a fist of the mind, an immaculate conception,
gestating in a beer-soaked brain?

They spurt right out of the brain. That’s
why Athena leapt from her father’s head,
clothed, armed. Somebody had to axe

Once I loved a website browser,
but he has made me weep.
For I did the dual screen;
I pushed what should have stayed asleep.