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Before the thirst rages every theft
and you consume it all
Leaving me with nothing left
Before the hunger threatens every love
and we surrender ourselves
and everything we’re made of
Before you threaten every me
with promises of stillness and vacancy
and the looming death of us
Remember without you I can’t be.
Read More7' and quickly sinking
7 seconds from sleep to blinking
7 times and no more tries
7 days, seven sighs
7 years and twenty nine
7 more 6 sublime.
"It's amazing how some things on earth are true reflections of what we see in the sky. Like, there really is order to this psychotic place."
Read MoreBecause I need you smiling
& crying & dying on the inside & vying
& craving & paining & screaming
me, beaming & gleaming
because baby, I’m numb & sedated
if I’m not dreaming.
Because baby, you told me you loved me
& baby, I believed every word
but why wouldn’t I; it wasn’t absurd.
Every human ear had heard.
Because ears have legs
& scatter like plagues.
Sometimes I sneak-a-peak through cracked doors;
sneaking out of bed and tip-toeing through the thick green forest of carpet.
Like watching a crime scene I stare so hard I put holes through bone.
Her jet black hair and hazel eyes leave me hypnotized with lust, with envy, with hunger.
No one said you have to grow up.
No one said you have to grow tired.
Life is looking bleak these days.
ut it's always nice to be desired.
"I can't let go. I can't look forward.
words, so many words - straining to convey inconsequential thoughts; but almost the equivalent of bleeding for me. and this is healthier. I believe."
Read MoreCurled lips at dollar signs
bloated egos and sixty-nines
less than 22-inch waistlines
Faces in the headlines
Never early never late
Never wanting you to wait
Never known for sixty-eight
Never underestimate.
It was 1971 - and I floated home like paper;
craving yesterday and doc holidays,
but you weren't there and suddenly -
I understood alone.
Thank you but you've done nothing for me.
Today, today at the dentist my hygienist said to me: "Well it's a good thing you're beautiful!" after my good 5-minute rant about my bad hearing, bad eyesight, dislocated jaw, among other things. My bad genetics.
And I swear I smiled so big I almost cried, even though I only half believed her.
Read MoreEverybody knows Jenny.
She's the cutie-pie,
the black-haired brown-eyed lush
with fans for lashes.
A few bats and you're hers.
You won't find mascara and blush on her make-up table;
after all, there's no room with all the screwdrivers.
lemon she, she was broken down
And the soldiers on leave stopped coming around,
lemon she, she was a dead device
not a martini nor nail polish would suffice.
lemon she, blood, bruises, and cellulite
but she wasn’t going down without a fight.
lemon she, she was alone and bitter
and nursing broken bones left by the last to hit her.
Bruises are decor
the perks of being a whore
the beauty in being sore
laying mangled on the floor
She's a child of this war
y baby's not a bore.
When you're your biggest enemy...well that's absolutely miserable but when the person you love most in the world seems to consider you their biggest enemy ..that's a totally different kind of Hell.
Read MoreI always say I like it when you smile.
I like your smile.
Your laugh, I like that it gives me goose bumps.
And you laugh.
Sad songs remind me of you
And I smile.
Words like dark and nothing and pretend.
Like black, loss, death, and the end.
And it’s been raining so hard lately.
I fear you’ll be taken away by a river of
dirty water, concrete, grass and dirt.
Tossing, tumbling with bodies different
from your own touching and bumping,
rotating and swirling and you’ll all utter
niceties: “I’m sorry, oh, excuse me…”
Cars and bicycles, and stuff leftover from
the yard sale next door.
And I’ll absorb all the moisture regurgitated
by the plant-life in the front yard.
Like a sponge.
“I’m taking something to be happy
I must be happy.
What’s happy?
Have I ever been truly happy?
Do I just try to convince myself I’m happy when I’m not?
Do I try to convince myself I’m depressed when I’m not?"
Mouth; 2 feet tall, 2 feet deep bowl
But just a bit too small to swallow your soul.
2 minutes short on time to console
Mouth; 2 feet tall, 2 feet deep bowl
“She complained about the freckles on her face, her chlorine green hair, and the centimeters of flesh that “hung over” her pants.
(but she called it fat.)
She’s almost 6’0 tall and about 150 pounds. And she said she was told if she ever wanted to pursue modeling, she’d have to do it as a plus-size model.”
Read Morewhen you snuck in the film noir
when you lightly touched my skin
like a peignoir
mama said you’d leave a scar
but you were just a polestar, my lodestar
& me a motionless presence in your sidecar.
can’t really exhaust but
something never heeds.
and he’s almost gone again –
no one would notice.
I’m going to the carnival
