heart felt blunt words
She has covered me in her sticky adhesive again,
Latex free?
Love free.
It impedes my vision,
Tugging at my eyelids.
Forcing the tears,
I have held for so long.
Sterile heart.
Sterile mind.
There is nothing sterile about me.
I’m tarnished,
No amount of latex free adhesive can glue me back together.
Glaring, I can see her smiling.
Ridiculing me.
As if I wanted,
The sticky tentacles of her caring.
The rails were cold on my hands
but so was the coffee we share with a straw
Topics of conversation trail off
into the luminous glow of childhood
Like the rules of kickball suppressing
we write our names on the cement walls
we watch the smoke crawl out of your house
I set my hand in fresh gum
warm from the chew
pale strings flow in the windless room
far enough to make us leave
Grazing those cold rails
we do not step on the cracks
they are toxic
and will hurl us back into the past
Practice makes perfect
when denying our lives and
living under rocks
Do
You
Have
Sandal socks
Or
Did you
Just
Force your socks
To fit in
Your sandals ?
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.
He bought her 100 McChickens.
Only to show his love,
Kosher.
And, she only ate four.
She left him sitting,
In the middle of his parents bed.
With ninety six leftover sandwiches,
And no one to share them with.
Two ex-convicts walk into Homesense,
Soft towels and hardened criminals.
Convicts have to purchase reasonably priced homewares too.
You have a two day old icing beard
Stop eating the expired cakes
Whatever detergent your mom uses is PHENOMENAL
Why does the word phenomenal have “men” in it
PHENOWOMANAL
Discarded retainer,
Its been a good six months Bessie.
Its not me
Its you.
Growing up without a mother.
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
The human condition,
conditions traditions.
Forces submission and capitalism.
What a charming revision.
The human condition,
lacks capitalism via punctuation.
For capitalism would imply grammatical celebration,
when indeed it’s definition reflects cannibalism.
The human condition,
is sad repetition.
Life and death played out in suburban subdivisions
The human condition,
drives youth to self inflicted incisions.
Suicide contemplations,
cases and cases of denaturation.
The human condition,
screams for detoxification,
or better yet,
extermination.
Starrfishing 