Shit Mouth

You don’t like me–that’s okay cos I got mint chocolate chip ice cream in my freezer at home, and I’ll bet the words in your mouth taste like shit. The words in your mouth coat your tongue with a film, kind of like Cap’n Crunch cereal does after it’s gone soggy. It’s soggy– it always

You’re too fucking loud.

I love you, but go away. Give me something to miss. I can’t stand you standing around– you’re only taking the piss.      

Living Ghost

Wherever I go, a phantom follows. The ghost of me; I’m not who I used to be. The absence is heavy–cold grey hollows. The ghost of me, she is resistant to be.    

Aimed at Antares

Gamma Sagittarii orange, brighter than the sun the tip of my arrowhead vengeful, deadly does glow; see Delta Sagittarii, the center of my bow; See Lambda Sagittarii, and Epsilon, the brightest– northern and southern parts of my magnificent weapon, a sure killer. Chase you across the Heavens I do, aimed at Antares, bleeding Scorpion heart.

Morning Pep-talk

C’mon, babe! Bare those dog teeth– Smile at me. Come at me! Drip that dog saliva, hot hateful spit… I’m the bitch in the bathroom, staring into the medicine cabinet mirror, challenging myself.

Somebody’s grumpy

Twinkle, twinkle, little duck About today, I give no fuuuhhh

Nothing has changed, except that is has

I love you today, as much as I did yesterday; it’s only the context that’s changed.    

Marry Me

marry me in the clouds–cumulus just the two of us naked and bayked ‘neath the sun godlike in the firmament permanent fixtures in the sky high mellow babes golden and laughing a honeymoon forever lover, won’t you marry me in the clouds?                  

In a dark closet, heavy with breathing.

Your tongue tastes like high school– Wine coolers and menthol ciggies. With you it’s always nineteen-eighty Seven minutes in Heaven, And that’s the only place I want to be…  

Change Your Mind

It’s okay to change your mind– Only the arrogant, and those Willfully ignorant will not. It’s okay to change your mind.