6 bracelets
and
4 tattoos
and
13 piercings
1 manic girl
with
4 hookups
and a
900 dollar pay check
with
200 on the way
1 broken heart
and
5 shots later
with
2 missed meals
and
12 reps
1 night stand
and a
20 year old heartbroken baby girl
Tag: short
biblic@l bb
in the garden of eden,
adam just is not right for eve.
adam is drinking bleach;
the forbidden fruit is premature suicide.
Tw eny ty forhour da y
Stateless yet nuclear
The father is in full lux
Passive aggressive heat fights
American
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.
Bottle Nosed and Face Down
I wish I had giant eyes
The kind of eyes that are so glassy
And so glossy
that they cannot be real
I wish they would take over my sight
Allowing for hyper sight
Seeing through
Seeing over
Seeing who I am
I wish my eyelashes went further than my brow
Catching tears before they descend
Cupping the salty liquid
Returning it
Carving raw designs into my forehead
Telling me who I am
I wish the crook of my neck
Was large enough to consume my family
Store them with me
Even when they are long dead
Decomposed
Their bones would become mine
Intertwined
Infinte
Showing me who I am
I wish I had a buzz cut
So short
You can see every mark
Every scrape
On my scalp
The kind of hair that makes you question gender
They can decide who I am
Forgotten Balsamic
Hung on a Sunday,
Filing for a loan.
Sewing buttons back on pants,
Still afraid of the family dog.
Longing for ice cream on the steps of the general store.
Aesthetically pleasing 99 cent lollipops,
Unfinished hashbrowns.
A lettuce eating competition,
And stakes are high.
Clearance
Two ex-convicts walk into Homesense,
Soft towels and hardened criminals.
Convicts have to purchase reasonably priced homewares too.
Roadside
Discarded retainer,
Its been a good six months Bessie.
Its not me
Its you.
Growing up without a mother.
FREE SHIT
FREE SCRAP METAL
That kitchen you always dreamed of
The three tiered mesh fruit basket in the centre, drawing energy
I am dipping my slightly charred pancakes into a tea I added too much sugar to
I release three confused tears out of my only working tear duct
Give it three years and your house will have burned
Too bad your husband made it out (don’t worry he died later)
Silently in the night
Three drawers in your refrigerator
Full of food you never got to taste
A baby of three years you never got to taste
Oh, sorry I mean never got to meet
Drink
You are going to drink lake Michigan.
Gallons and Gallons.
Big big dreams internet man,
I hope you can do it.
Hell, I hope you do it so well you ruin the entire ecosystem around Lake Michigan.
Chase your dreams kid.
Starrfishing 