Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Citizen Under Suicide Watch
Nothing I do is good enough for you
I hate myself
Wipe the table clean with tears and tissue
All I am is deficit to you
My worthlessness
Another mouth to feed
We are each over-expectant
Hoping for the incredible
Imagining more than what we’re served
Denying reality
Each destroyers
Of our own dreams
The moral compass
Keeps teetering towards disaster
Not-so-distant past lingers
I want to go back to my own people
But my own people don’t exist anymore
Except in cartoon version
Everything is collapsing fast
Nothing is gradual
When did the present
Overstay its welcome?
I am desolate dictator
Of empty room
What do you do with your scabs?
Not the little flakey ones
I mean the big chunky crusty ones?
I throw them in pan and sauté them
With olive oil, onion salt, a little pablano pepper
Serve them to myself and ghost dog
Saturday, September 14, 2013
I'm Always A little Afraid At The Beginning
Bottom line, you get me off
Fall short of that,
You are useless,
Useless.
“Men are so needy,” she said
I swirl spoon in watery broth
Sit speechless
Silently wonder what she meant
The deal is,
I don’t understand the deal
When did sex become
So terribly disconnected from love?
Friends first, then sex
What is wrong with me?
Ok, sex first, then friends?
I don’t understand the deal.
Please be my friend
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
She Seduced Me, Then Punished Me For Being Seduced
There are things I don’t want to talk about
Her destructiveness, my destructiveness
The nature of destruction
To surrender, allow, withstand
Her beautiful soft eyes looking off
The force of her scorn
There are things I never imagined
Her destructiveness, my destructiveness
The nature of destruction
To surrender, allow, withstand
Her beautiful soft eyes looking off
The force of her scorn
There are things I never imagined
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Endless Nights, Endless Days, Or, A Flying Fuck
Secretly believing someone is watching
And will benevolently arrive, relieve the pain
When planets collide, lots of stuff goes awry
Every breath you take implicates you deeper
The constant cry of babies being born
Expect monsters worse than you can conceive
There is a dark alley deep in hell
Where strangers go
She was swallowing a horse who
Stomped its hooves
Kicked her in stomach pregnant with you
As soon as you enter
Someone points a finger
Hollers, “Horse child, whore’s child!”
Hen-pecked men and angry haughty women
Shame is the only love i know
A murdering mob descends upon
Somebody lynching Christmas tree ornaments
Why isn’t there God?
It’s disturbing to think
We’re all acting out of chump sensibilities
Explain to me again about sociology and greater good
How long can a smell last?
A week? A month? Thousands of years?
What if higher powers exist
Unbeknownst to themselves?
Death fashionably attired without face
The importance in showing teeth
“Caw, caw!” old crow calls, anticipating winter’s squalls
I fire up cigarette, blow smoke in the faces
Of those who said no to my dreams
I’m glad i didn’t know then what i know now
The cost of joy
Tomorrow is magnificent new beginning
If only everything hadn’t happened
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Sunday, June 2, 2013
Unspeakable
My life is a fraud
Posing greatness, I go home to
empty bed
I remember a girl
It was heavenly lying next to her
Talking, walking, being with her
Countless fissures fitted, amazing
minutiae
She was the one, paradise once
Dilapidation is order of the day
Death dwells among the living
Seeped deep in floorboards,
forcing hands
Death is more real than God
Death is God
Why is this night different from
all other nights?
I rouse from anxious nightmares
Awakening to truer horrors
What is believable?
Her lips were the best
Scattered into tiny unrecognizable
pieces
Where she licked
I didn’t realize it was all her New
York City connections
I thought it was simply
Her eager tongue
One last remark
This is not poetry
Who am I to utter
Ice-cream truck organ broadcasts
Tomorrow guarantees new beginnings
To an unforgiveable forgiven past
I miss her presence
My life is a frog
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Electra-Girl
Electra-girl
gyrates desperately.
Daddy
is away on business.
The
house practically empty,
Desolate
winds rattle windows,
Stomach
twists with craving.
Electra-girl
squeals,
“Kill
Mommy! Get her out of the picture.”
Little
Miss teacup wants everything just right,
When daddy gets home.
Electra-girl
vomits hairball,
shaves
thighs belly armpits,
Plucks neck
chin nostrils,
Applies
lipstick moderately,
Puckers
(finger pushes hemorrhoid in).
She denies
everything.
Imagines
he is showering,
She
enters nude giggling big grin,
Gaze
scampering between his face and genitals,
Her
approaching young body edging nearer.
He hesitates
standing under waterspout,
Waiting
to see what she will do,
Fearing
his own desire,
Knowing
it is wrong so wrong.
After
what seems a long time,
Mom
steps in,
Eyes firing
rage and sanction.
She
asks her daughter, “You think you’ll win?”
Electra-girl
answers without hesitation,
“Why
wouldn’t I.”
No
question.
Your
shit stains on carpet,
Your
pee stains on everything,
Your
breath smells,
Odor of
rotting flowers.
Smile
for the camera.
Electra-girl
raises arms and taunts,
“I win! I win!
Who’s
going to be my next daddy?”
A deep
heavy silence follows.
She
holds herself in mirrors of her past.
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