Pointless reckoning
Pecking at my days
Beckoning my body
Driving my eyes to stay open
Little mothers
PLAY TOGETHER
Inside the big dipper, wind being part of womanly skin, such divine feeling
Gestures of compassion and understanding
swinging on a boat drifting afloat
singing old songs we both knew we would love forever
A disturbance
Mother Sunday
Loud and random nature
Alone and wild, pressure of drama
my clownish, clone-like way
How to act around others today.
I can’t stop coughing, leaping sparkling lungs
I am paranoid that people are watching me
sneak away days
Why speak away days?
Life can’t be a flirt..or can it? It makes me weak. A daydream, though simple, was an image presented in my own mind, and all of the images I saw as that young child, every image I saw..
This week
I see the faces of cartoon bats neon in my eyelids
I find everything personal..shampoo deodorant, whatever
to be bugged, angering, or absolutely petrifying
I feel afraid, deeply envious of those who may sit
Relax
Breathe
While my hands shake, vomit bubbling beneath
Hypochondriac, don’t let go of your hyper shield!
I believe I've some Irish blood in me, as he
tried his best to be a boy and she cried her most
to be a girl
so we are just children
laughing at lostness and feeling
forgetful for our own listeners
I can see into the future and into the past
Before these words were too dark on my retinas...
We stood on the roof, he swung a hammer
On a summer evening, sky growing dimmer
We were in love, yes he was my lover
Blowing kisses in the summer wind
Dancing through grave yards, telling stories in the stream
Benjamin’s bright golden hair with a skateboard beneath his little feet
Sean and Chris hiding up in their rooms, what were they doing all those years?
Standing while white clumps of thick snow fell all around
I know, I have heard..
Heavy heart, hollow heart
It’s ......what time do you want to go to sleep? should i just sleep in here i guess you can sleep with him..i don’t know
You’re intenses
all aromatherapy all inhaling
only have you given me
more
Feet
Everyone has ‘em
Everyone has them
I’ll never see this place again
I want to scream through a piano
Waves of relief
Release Prolific
Never has been
Scared to confirm
Conform impaired must be me
wailing corpses, the trailing crows
writer blocsolox lots parking lots and trailer parks
set down silo siren
pirate's play
Deceptive speakers
repetative lights
26 May, 2012
I hate the date
that rhymes with times
of hatred and remorse
I am ready for no regretful way of living
I am giving only to please the boring town surrounding me
grown on the knowledge of forgetfulness
leaving behind only theives and relatives
hungering and heaving over ledges and
leaving behind babies in attics waiting...
mamas milks
mama citas
robed and ready
suckled and sadly
on a balcony over bacon
sicily bending sideways
her hind legs flip another
ham burglar alarm set to
catch the crime
how timely you
crowch behind
all those willow
all that pine
bathe, now
as we meow
at her, village idiot,
wreck of our town
going to drown
here
on one of her disturbed days
not while we were around.
no, not while we were in this town..
............
round
you make breath seem evil
nor can you see straight
I make like greed
I cannot see straight
Hiding from the sequel
Of another meeting and falling strangely in love
Like all they ever told me about god almighty be true
Blank balk screen
Point blank blink
Of sarcasm she spazzed
Your last prayer
Said in my own head
Sent only after
You’re deaf, numb and dead
All I think about is time
I hate nothing and everything, because I cannot seem to focus enough to choose between the two
Everything hurts me look after look after look after look torture me with two eye balls
And a brain to flip over the vision like a fucking hamburger that i chose to never even touch
I am best at chili peppered
I am postponed and put off
I am schizoid woman
Pronunciation grows weak after weeks of drug use
Imagine the years between they and I
My friends take me for a ride
I am delicate as a widowed orchid
I am no one to be about people
I am not pier pressure
For crying out loud
The voices I imagine occasionally repeat a thought of mine
Mostly, the most random of voices, with the most random ideas
I beginning to lose feeling in the right side of my body
After the left once went entirely numb
I fell t o t h e g r o u n d trying to walk up our old hill
I scratch my skin, incumbently,
They laugh before they cannot function
For what else can they do?
Seeking ambition
Private flirtation
With the idea of being exited again
Instead all seems trivial
So incredibly trifling
Little mothers
Play together
Having only
Each other
T o h o l d onto
Ditched and feelin' like nobody to hold onto
you are amazing! I'm serious.
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