Midnight Fuckhead

I wanted to kill the asshole

dressed like a tweaker variation

of Christian Slater’s onscreen

impersonation of Jack Nicholson

behind sunglasses for telling me

not to deny I was playing under

the covers with my dick over

the knockers on the crazy girl

outside in the common area

of the local mental hospital.  I

screamed and ran out of the room.

They moved me to a room with an

old man with dementia who burst into

tears as he looked out our window

and couldn’t even remember the last

son of a bitch who pissed him off.

Kevin Ridgeway is the author of Too Young to Know (Stubborn Mule Press) and nine chapbooks of poetry including Grandma Goes to Rehab (Analog Submission Press, UK) and In His Own Little World (Between Shadows Press). His work can recently be found in Slipstream, Chiron Review, Nerve Cowboy, Plainsongs, San Pedro River Review, The Cape Rock, Trailer Park Quarterly, Main Street Rag, Cultural Weekly and The American Journal of Poetry, among others. He lives and writes in Long Beach, CA.