Sunday, February 3, 2013

They're swapping virtual kisses


my blood curdles
my head spins
they're swapping virtual kisses

my blood boils
my glare is fixed
I see them swap saliva

I see them flirt
and almost come
a click a click a click a clack

my stomach churns
my tongue is dry
they keep on swapping kisses

They slide their fingers on the screen
in their heads they groan and scream
I see the insides of their minds
I see them fondle up and grind
I see them touch themselves and moan
in their minds a baby's born

maintain an air of mystery
it wasn't true, it wasn't me
I see them though I see I do
swapping gruesome kisses,

however, virtually.



Monday, January 28, 2013

I did not slice a wrist open
instead I posted a picture

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

the legend of e. e. cummings

for all you know
orallofwhich
you
do not know
Icouldhavehungmyselfrightnow


w h y
did you
leave
me
alone
now
leave
me
alone

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Unrestful. Awaiting.
A thousand kisses,
for to be a written saga,
in a corner of your neck. 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Wear it on a Stick

Someday when you will look away 
someday when you’re wound up,
someday when your attention span 
won’t let you concentrate.
Someday when you ignore me
I’ll bleed and make a scene
spit and scream and curse and bitch 
and be a drama queen.
Someday I’ll show you how it’s done
someday when it’s too late
someday I’ll rip my heart out and wear it on a stick

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Bitter Black


depress you, elevate you
Soothe you, overload you, 
wake you and drown you 
deep down in tension
relax you and fill you 
up with mixed emotion
you cannot do without me
no sugar and no cream, 
no milk and not a truffle
unembellished, plain, and flat
I'm your bitter bitter bitter
bitter bitter black  

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Simile

Like a Grammy to Punk
Like a broken elevator to a claustrophobe
Like an epidemic to a hypochondriac
Like sirens to a pyromaniac
Like "hold it right there" to a kleptomaniac
Like turbulence to an Iranian
Like clouds to a nude beach
Like a neighbor moaning in ecstasy to your loneliness
Like your wedding party to an ex
Like activity to still drying nail-polish
Like a virgin, no, never mind, forget about the virgin,

You fear me

Like maggots do soft tissue
Like gentlemen do free internet porn
Like leather shoes do blisters
Like tampons do a period
Like wounds do a scab
Like gums do their stitches after the extraction of wisdom teeth
Like a girl in her twenties does masturbation
Like travelers do motion sickness
Like football fans do a draw
Like a mother does her stretch marks

I love you

Saturday, March 17, 2012

You- 2


A flawless woman,
Immaculate to such extent it hurts.
Smoking glamorously.
You are ruby red lipstick,
framing her in all elegance ,
smudging on her fingers,
marring her perfection,
 with every whiff she takes.  

Sunday, February 5, 2012

You- 1

You are restless black tea,
swimming in a teacup,
of a breakfast in bed,
waiting for sheets;
freshly clean and white on mattress,
to recklessly tip over.

Melancholy Melodies

Let's pretend that you suffer,
a terminal illness,
highly contagious.
Come now,
let's kiss.