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Till the Next Fix
It entered from every pore.
Speeding up the inner percussion.
Warmth kindled inside,
growing with every breath that was taken
until it was consuming,
wrapping her up like her lover had once done,
until she was far more vulnerable than before.
As she kicked the butt,
his butt
she swore,
never again.
I Was a Chain Smoker
Before I met you, a slacker
Who cared about nothing,
Cuz nothing took interest in me.
Then you hurricane into my friend’s house,
onto my stage.
I was getting better,
Learning to love and rely on myself.
But in a flash you made me feel so loved,
So quickly, so much easier than getting me to love myself
I quit smoking.
Last night you burned me.
Leaving scars
Deeper than the marks from the boiling waterfall
that marred my leg
when I was five.
And though you did not reject me
I felt like last nights casserole,
left over.
So I smoked today.
Perfectly Unique
I didn’t order the tits featured in People.
They didn’t speak to me,
so I kept the smaller ones.
I didn’t subscribe to the same face everyone else has.
Their cover is prettier,
but mine has content.
I didn’t buy the smaller stomach.
I needed more storage,
so I kept my expanded model.
I didn’t ask anyone for approval for my appearance.
But the critics say I should have.
Who cares what the critics say?
Their job is to critique.
Out of control
Merging into the darkness
Dreaming of the light
I swerve
After the Showers
Through the yellow light I crept.
The rays of blue seared my eyes
Causing them to water
Yesterday’s static life is gone
Today the world is shown in Technicolor.
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