Friday, December 7, 2012

prick


Go ahead and bite me. I've been bitten before. See? here and here
see there, see the road maps of knives I've loved before? Show 
your shiny fangs, embed them in my skin, I may swoon, see here
and there where my tender skin parts and pants.
Your smile sounds like horror to my ears, they hear the pulse of your heart and my blood boils
wondering how red would look on the floor.
So, come on girl, throw away the fucking love notes you leave all over
the walls and stalls and cars and bars, not one word sounds real to
me. see here, see that smudge on my lips, it's the shit-stained broken bones and 
borders you called home. 
Come, love me fucker, lay your hand on my heart and remove it if you can.



Wednesday, December 5, 2012

outsourced


Remember when you took me swimming and you said,
between breaths,
I will be right here, by your side, come hell or high water? I held on, dear, for
life knowing you knew I feared the water and things I could not see.
I never imagined I'd look back and find myself shipwrecked,
crack-lipped and corpse-surfing back to shore.

You knew I bled from the house to the fence as you took my suit
from the line, watching dorsal fins from the corner of your eye.
A champagne kiss convinced me the water was warm and your
heart in place,
suddenly denying,
you'd placed it in another's satin box of stained jewels,
dripping off the neighbor's greener grass, that bush
of sharp and tangled betrayals. A kiss I saw from beneath
my own thigh, my own pink demise.

I swim with a soaked and dripping faggot clenched between my teeth,
knowing it's sealing my lungs hoping it'll be done
before I reach the sand, too afraid to let go.
let go.
torn asunder.


Monday, December 3, 2012

from my heart

I beg to differ, Reo Speedwagon, I CAN fight this feeling. Pussies.