Venge Binge

Wait up for me, boy

and you best leave the light off for me

you don’t wanna see me comin’

through the dark

I’ll be pregnant with rage

and you’re due to be the daddy

I wanna see the whites of your eyes

sunny side up,

your liver paired wonderfully with onions

an’ I won’t cry a single tear

I’ll be pounding you into skirt steak

with the knife set we got on our wedding day

and wearing the cloven hoofed cherry red stilettos

I bought on your credit

to match the splatters

every speck, atonement

for every drop of chardonnay, scotch and keystone

that replaced your vows

and how

I quit scoring my skin

to quiet your heart

and now mine screams

to tear yours through your ribs beating

to be julienned

and marinated in the cabernet reduction

it deserves

and for dessert,

your coque eclair

sans hair

on our formal china set

in the kitchen

with a candlestick

Published in: on June 19, 2011 at 10:21 pm  Comments (2)  
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Stuff it

Some rag doll I am

tossed around

drug through mud

and not because

I am the doll

that is your most beloved.

A simple hug

would be

the most befitting dress,

but, no,

a curse becomes

the banal habit

to this hushed nun

you used to sing I was your sun.

To be mean

you pull my string,

but it is not the one

that makes me talk-

how painful,

I’m unraveling!

I’ll mend the tears

in all my seams

and stuff it

till the soiled polyfill

is regurgitating.

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Published in: on March 13, 2010 at 11:07 pm  Comments (1)  
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Wasteland

A gallon of American living

poured into an empty flask

greasy, with its amber mistakes

breaks the spoons of the hungry mouths

The forceful swallow

of all the shallows,

grabbing love in desperate places.

The brine, it bubbles

as it fills the pits

and goopy rubble still exists

in the wasteland latrines that pepper this putrefied province.

Published in: on February 4, 2010 at 1:07 pm  Comments (1)  
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Scab Chewer

Medusa
She’s a scab chewer
peeling back those crusty sores
with her dragon lady nails
until the oozing pulp is revealed
snacking gleefully and with malice
on the tender access points
in your armor.
She is vicious
and no amount of honey
can coat her scales
no slathering of agreement
and compliment
can gain her favor.
She is vile
and prefers to show it
with a devious smile
that reveals the teeth
that are caked with the scabs
of every person in her path
She is a bitch extrordinaire
with snakes for hair
and coal red eyes
who mounts herself
upon the pires of invisible power
and delights when you cower
She spits venom on skin
to make her victims
scab again
and turns others’ words
into ash for a badge on her sash
her nails dragging on the walls
of her lair
are her only comfort
Published in: on July 8, 2009 at 12:03 am  Comments (2)  
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My Reincarnate Besotted

 
My mental recycling
discards the rest and keeps the best
parts of you you you
 
Masking matters that
never mattered with painter’s tape
blue blue hued
 
I drink to forget
liquefying you down, remolding you
in me, booze broods bruised
 
Like a bloated tick
you return, popping in my mind
reuse use used
 
recycling-frau
Published in: on April 5, 2009 at 12:30 pm  Comments (1)  
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Sticked and stoned

The ragings
she’s staging
I’m withdrawn
not engaging
 
too tired
and quagmired
and feeling
unadmired
 
I stooped
you call me stupid
I’m calling
out to cupid
 
unveil love
to this lubber
or subtract this glue
and give me rubber
Published in: on January 15, 2009 at 11:02 pm  Comments (2)  
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