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
drip marble floors with your blood and do not clean it up
let them step through it
on their endless search for the first aid kit
they want try and heal your hands
and feed you blocks of ice
do not take their pity or
their medicine
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.
its me
i’m really here
I am mouth-dripping
and
more bat-shit than you
she’s ashy grey split ends
bearing long acrylic fingernails
that slide and tick along the tampered glass
it’s bare flesh
and
it’s
really-really stimulating
all burnt up
your pieces too jagged
for mind spinning sobriety
the hard shards blooming with flame
gagged with
dripping
viscid
physicality
it’s your amputated leg
stitches
a terminal diagnosis
the medical nightmare
that perches on your chest
acrylic nails break the skin
with lock jaw force
heart spilling blood into your body
it’s fast-fast-fast
be madly in love with someone who drives you crazy
latenightscoveredinblood
graspingatthetoiletcrying
not knowing what to do
the kind of crazy that just has to be accepted
ifyouleaveme
i’lldoit
i’llfucking
do it
and just has to be followed
endlessly
handcuffed
until it’s just you two of you left
shelostthefuckingkeys
forever
little and angry
so very fucking angry
nothing is perfect in this world
I was raised on cable and crockpot cooking and black beauty
learned its nothing but terror now
little and angry
big and scary
blindly into the night
with no home cooking
i did bad things to you
and like a poor abused puppy
you keep trying to warm up to me
but I am the hand that hit you
that is trying to feed you again
a real artistic type
wet and red and sharp
is it now or never?
down and flooded and alone
eye contact
yours or mine?
bloody and beautiful and shy
is it her mommy or daddy?
gutted and depressed and soft
ignorance, or bliss?
I have dead and stale insides
liver rotting from
too much drink
my blood is black clotting
circulation has ceased
my lungs collapsed from the smoke
breath rings out in
broken gasps laughing at the
sick joke
my glorious pussy
it keeps me going
the lines of fertility and sex
my sparkling symbol of femininity
my pink palace of
life or death
the punch line got lost in
falsehoods and pride
I want to press my sticky fingers
consensually inside
until they stop laughing and
realize
the girls are getting sick
realize
there is no one to blame
if they keep passing left
it will eventually come back
Starrfishing 