June 2008
1 post
Call me crazy, but I’m not ok with how much you know about me.
Hooray for long lines and screaming children.
Hooray for long lines and screaming children.
May 2008
4 posts
Lilith.
“I know there must be
Something more beyond these walls
And beyond this man.
May Day.
To think, I chose this
Day to break off flowers at
Their weak, fragile stems.
March 2008
66 posts
The Marquis de Sade, Part II.
I’m sure that I would
Demand my payment, after
such an ordeal!
Collection plate.
I guess at eighty
Buying prayers is all you can
Do with your money.
Ch-ch-ch-chia!
“It is not ok to
Give embarrassing nicknames
Around my friends, guys!”
Twin.
You and I, I’m sure
Could be the best of friends if
I would only try.
On a Matter of Questionable Legality:
If no one finds out
About what goes on, who’s to
Say it’s so awful?
"Remember?"
No. I’ve committed
Serious time to making
Myself forget it.
Bad Company.
You are young and good.
But I can feel the darkness
Creeping into you.
O.
It’s a difficult
Thing for me to comprehend,
Total submission.
Venus.
Take me in these furs
And we can talk about such
Things as the sun sets.
Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.
Are homicidal
Urges common or am I
A public menace?
To my unexpected and unsuspecting actor:
Love, your words and your
Movements border on being
Quite Shakespearean.
Aches & Pains.
I’m more excited
To show off my injuries
Than others would be.
Joannie.
Angels blew your hair
And swept your ashes up to
Meet your employer.
Knight of Cups.
These damned cards need to
Stop telling me exactly
What I want to hear.
Shooting Star.
If I could, I’d wish
That everyone on Earth
Could spell correctly.
Cain & Abel.
Today, they sit in
Therapy, working on their
Respective “issues.”
Sickness.
Sometimes I want to
Take a scalpel to my brain
And carve out these thoughts.
Scattered showers.
I think that rain is
God’s way of washing off the
Dirty hippy kids.
"Plain, sheer, rampant sex."
It was sixty-four.
I don’t know John Lennon, but
I know the feeling.
A Lie to Chant When in Need of Reassurance.
If I close my eyes
And wish hard enough, I can
Change everything.
Sunshine.
We stretched out on your
Patio furniture and
Laughed about nothing.
Mexico.
We used to light a
Candle just to let the wax
Drip over our hands.
I don't think he quite thinks of it that way.
“…deflower me like
The villian in some foreign
Melodrama, right?”
Urban pilgrim.
I read prophecies
Etched in the doors of broken
Public bathroom stalls.
A reflection.
I think you won me
Over the time you called me
Kathryn, randomly.
No deal.
“I’ll trade you one of
Your restless sighs for two of
My long, lonely ones.”
Vaguely Freudian, perhaps.
I dreamed I stuck red
Tape to your pants, and we laughed.
It was wonderful.
Hydra Leather & More.
Something won, despite
Its strangeness, is much sweeter
Than anything earned.
The Ides of March.
I cheered and sold tickets.
March fifteenth was much kinder
To me, it would seem.
Honestly?
I could never run
Fast enough or far enough
To be free of you.
To a teacher, based on the latest returned paper:
My sarcasm and
Irony? Obviously
Lost on you, moron.
The promise.
“If she gets hurt I’ll
Break your face against the hot,
Hard cement sidewalk.”
"Hello?"
If I could, I’d call
You all the time just so I
Could hear you breathing.
That New Girl.
As much as I may
Complain, I love to do it;
I mother and help.
Picnic.
We gathered up our
Inhibitions and threw them to
Be caught in the wind.
Fifteen.
It was a lusty
Summer, full of clicks and gasps.
How was he to know?
"Perhaps you're leading him on."
I sigh and throw my
Phone to the side; there’s no way
You’d understand it.
Hands clean.
I will just pretend
That your laugh doesn’t haunt me
And your touch was cold.
Boys wanna be her.
I blare my Peaches
And dance like an idiot.
Life is so perfect.
The shakes.
You only touched my
Hand but I felt it coarse through
Every part of me.
White House Grounds.
I imagine Francis +
Grover carved inside a heart
Into an old tree.
Spring.
Today was the first
Spring morning, with birdsongs at
Sunrise. I felt it.
Purpose.
We filled a water
Bottle with those small expanding
Capsules, just to see…
Bateman.
It is quite close to
Impossible to get blood
Out of white silk sheets.