Fingers of ice grasp the handle
Chains of steel encircle the figure
Blood flows down the delicate wrists as the struggle ensues
Entering a tunnel of doom they said
Nay not I
You will see "pretty girl"
Fear fills her eyes as His steel eyes reflect nothing but death
Destruction so pungent you could taste it on the air
"Pretty girl" don't you know?
Tears run freely down the marked face
No longer beautiful porcelain features, rivlets of flesh missing
Yanking harder against the chains
Screams of mercy pierce the night
His wicked laugh the only response
Pretty girl He says low and guttural
Don't you know yet?
Not to meet blindly off the Internet
The price to pay for her life was
No one would ever call her "pretty girl" again
niyah2
Think the origination was off the cuff no erasing so here went my virgin try ! smiles
my big fat head
my big fat head
a duet of simple
sinularity
stupidditty
dig and walk out of
grave of own design
nice worm window coverings
squirmy all day suckers
sit a spell and take
have a sample spell
think it's the whole subscribtionary
leaf the dick shun airy
get down tonight
rfno
i like music
I didn't know before
"I love" is a bad boy phrase
phase to outgrow
she said, "and you call yourself a poet"
miss your face
no milk in your coffee
ever smile
with eyes in hand
shaking feeling
go away, I dont have time
start this over
we never began
but you are
missed
*******
wanted, attention
a face with a face
with a place
in your heart
you know me, stranger
when I smiled
you broke in, robbed me
blind---
youre an asshole
and I feel like
charmin
to your travel magazine
I don't need to dive
in crystal clear blue water,
or cruise around your islands,
while you drown me with that
uptown yuppy frown
5 square feet of perfect soil
veggie co-op blather
cancel my subscription
to bacterial farms you call
your health clubs, dance clubs
single bars
mental bars
that keep you from actually living
but you need that fix,
your smoothie of the month
delivered in time for lunch
fat-free yogurt with
~sprinkles and nuts~
your uber-caff duel expressed
cinnamon,whipped cream latte
or whatever----
cancel my subscription
to that thing, that TV guide
I don't need a ride through
your classiv tv, father knows best
digitized fantasy
somewhere lost in space land
commercialize this, you media freaks
with your demographic, nearly spastic
pilot of a new show screenplay
don't you dare sell me cars
and jewelry
or destroy my mind with greed
so cancel my subscriptions-
Down dusty country lanes
in Mississippi hazy heat
silently popping another Bud
and lighting two cigarettes
mine and yours
as we watch the storm approach
a barn comes round a corner
gray and weathered like the sky
we jump grabbing blanket and beer
running for shelter
never speaking a word
laughter spilling from us in waves
clothes soaked as we hit the loft
winding towards the back thru
a jungle of hanging tobacco
finding a cloud of straw drawing us
turning to you in anticipation
of bodies known like favorite songs
moving together with no hesitation
breasts and hips no longer needing a script
tongues searching as bitten lips swell
and hormones lighting up a step by step path
the horizontal bop a dance done many times
with minor variations leading to the ultimate finale
the gunshot raindrops lessen
sun eases back thru the slatted
walls to finish its sleepy work
he pulls out two cigarettes
not in a barn I say and grabbing my boots
I back down the ladder; he follows
cattle lowing in the trailer needing milked
he starts the truck and in
silence lights two smokes
I ease over to him hand on his thigh
head on his shoulder
sudden passion silently forging a silent bond.
yes they do
they wear white suits
and sullen faces painted
over evil hidden smiles
ready to jab your pain away
with multi- milligrams of haldol
yes they do
they love their job
makes them feel sane-
saner than me
where are the teddy bears
when you need them?
all piled up in a grave
buried beneath silent tears?
the men,they know, they wear
white suits over
black hearts-you mean nothing
to them and even less
to yourself
run! run!
you can escape if you try
hide in the woods, you're invisible
hide in yourself, you're invincible
I tried and tried to no avail
and I never hurt anyone-but myself
and I couldnt see my babies cry
through the haze of xanax
and morphine that was my life
and then it happened-
concrete, ugly pale
baby poo green- everywhere
"it calms, it soothes"
and all our movies were PG
we saw almost every movie robin williams ever made
*and post cards from the edge with Meryl Streep*
a pharma junkie in the midst
of the real drug addicts
the drunks and crack heads
"addiction knows no discrimination"
or so they would say at the evening
mandatory meeting of AA
I would have jumped
from the nearest ledge
but there they were
the men-
in their little white suits
ready to catch me,
and save me from myself
and somehow
I am grateful
does that make me sane?
** edited only to say that sarcasm was intended in the line about real addicts, there is no distinction where addiction is concerned and also to thank Anna for encouraging me to write about the most painful part of my entire life..* love ya lady
here is what watches me as I type to you on my computer here....
I would LOVE to hear about what watches you.....
okay here I go, stand back.....it could get messy
lovers tangled
heads hidden behind the yellow afro sun
something springs golden from the moon
a star watching in the distance
abstract print above my computer
curves and lines are lovers
tangled in the planes of geometry
hands pressing the hollow there
that is not quite ass
not quite back
her hands turn to colorless tendrils
through the sunshine hair
I want to slide myself between them there
between the lovers who float
between the sun and the moon
there above my computer
I never met my grandfatherinlaw
who made this print
in pencil stratched
73/99
where are the other 98
orange lovers
tangled between the sun spray hair
and cock spurt moon
pressed between the planes
of the universe
have they inspired passionate
threads of their own?
or are they lost in attics
rain spots on the tits
bat shit on the toes
mouse chewed through the shoulder
that presses her down?
if I were a mouse
I might be tempted
to take a nibble or two....
jelly filled hallmark messes
dipped in nuts, rough around the edges
plain cake, delicious in their understatedness
deep fried twisted, forms that defy logic and reason
noses pressed against the 'puter screen
sad hungry poets
wait for fresh postings
blank stares,people wonder
why empty
coffee cups, new poem list
systems clogged,
a donut maker's pipes
all gooey with sugar and dough
oh NO!
cherry tobacco, no ten cent bics
we're out of toasty limericks
and erotica-laced haiku
someone should write a terzanelle
ohm what the hell!!
a saucy sonnet will do
b
u
t
popcorn might be better...
with a little butter on it
no soup for you today!!
bad soup nazi, go away
it's cold, I wanna read
Anna? Neo? Rybka? OT?
its friday night and much too cold
to sit around and moan-
hot chocolate
a favorite blanket
and someone nice and warm
to hold
( sounds just about right...)
yum Neo
got a you got mail while finishing the last words of this insomniac bitch session figured post it, meets the requirements
am I allowed to backspace if I type somting to add a e and h I hope so
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Bowerbird
rock piles
Cardnal feathers
Mockingbird desperate calls
Whir and hum
Of machinery
It is all just fucking
Jewels and music
Poetry and talk of the eternal soul
Are not outside such finery
Regurgitated worms
Flicking shit from nest to ground
Sitting still warming eggs with your ass
Beak picking flea from scaled skin