I was drunk on Four Loko and ready for war.

I stole a watermelon from a barber,

I stole his widow’s soggy teeth.

I slipped inside a grocery store,

demanded the cashiers run a price-check on my name.

I pilfered twenty dollars and gestured wildly with a fish.

I stuffed my pockets full of asphalt broken off from the potholes.

I hurled my watermelon at a stoplight,

my guts at several walls.

I fell to pieces on my bed the way a watermelon falls.

My eyelids drooped down but my eyes were still open.

All around me alarm clocks started to ring.

-Jason Lester is a creative writing graduate student and a happy little cog in the MFA industrial machine. He recently began the daily weblog project Yes to Madness (yestomadness.blogspot.com), where he writes in a short poetic form he calls “madness haiku.” Invitations to take him out for drinks may be sent to jlester@rohan.sdsu.edu.

-This poem does not necessarily reflect the opinion of The Daily Aztec.