heart felt blunt words
her face felt like silk
on the real housewives of slab city
carrying a mouth full of dimes
in a plastic bag
and a blocked airway
her face felt like ecstasy
a handful of mouth dripping
grey wool suits counting
posters falling off the wall
when the clock strikes midnight
her face gave me energy
choking
mouth swollen
arms woollen
perfect timing
The sandstone edge beneath my feet is floury dust,
that’s craving only water.
I tighten the weak muscles in my core,
hoping to stay strong and
hoping I lose my footing.
In the summer it was firm.
The sun ran through my blonde hair,
and past the curves in my skin.
My shoulders were soft and I dressed in carnation,
billowing and light.
A hot breeze caught beneath my wing,
and placed my toes centred on the lip.
It’s getting cold now and,
the leaves are turning.
They slice back and forth as they fall off the trees,
the wind urging their ears.
Forcing them into sticky black corners
where they will fade to brown and begin rotting.
The precipitation threatens paralyzation.
Heavy clouds will fire off ice bullets,
forcing the earth to dance.
I cut your manicured lawn,
And fuck your mom.
I’m a suburban serial killer,
Empty and looking for filler.
I am perpetual depression,
And major in constant aggression.
I am obsessed,
At best.
I clean your shiny pool,
And play you like a fool.
A glimmer in my eye,
Watching your family die.
I make minimum wage,
Get high off rage.
Trophy wives,
Wasted lives.
I vacuum the pastel rug,
And sell your son drugs.
He can be just like me,
Trapped in suburbia eternity.
We drove up a road under construction
Stopping at each flagger
Up to a friends quaint reunion
His smile was intense
His body Caucasian
His relatives oriental
No match
He pretended I meant something to him
As we walked in his field of baby geese
His Asian relatives starred and judged
Geese as far as the eye could see
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