keep a supply
of iodine and fresh bandages
if you make a habit
of trying to glue back together
broken people
you will cut your fingers
on their fallen hearts
as if they were
shattered wine glasses
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to spit or to swallow
the patience and wisdom
coming with age
are fast becoming
my favorite shoes to wear
.
as my own horseshit
and the shenanigans of others
become less excusable
with each passing day
every birthday candle wished upon and blown
.
there comes a point
when you’ve been told
you know better
.
repeated behaviors are either psychosis
or selfish forms of masturbation
such as the poets who write
their daily vengeance poem
scribbled in shit and crayon
on unsuspecting
psych ward facebook walls
.
god
grant me the serenity
to zip my lips when called for
.
to know when to spit
and when to swallow
.
but mostly
when to say
fuck off
dipshit
hold up jack
let me save you
the peanut gallery prattle
and wiley supposition
you have my tacit permission
to know balls to bones
with regards to me
if you gotta ask the question
the answer is yes
my lady parts are showing
i wrote it
i read it
i ate it
i drank it
i smoked it
i fucked it
i got it back to its rightful owner
i wrecked it
i broke it
i breathed air back into its lungs before
i buried it in a shallow grave
i swallowed it hard
and set the whole thing on fire
with plans
to never visit
barcelona
shove that up your sewing circle
what are we guilty of, my friend?
of wanting someone to live our lives with
in exquisite happiness
yet during the quest
we fell prey
to a cunning devil with two heads
false god
who idolizes cult leaders
and genocide-eyed maniacs
loving everything to its
well choreographed death
such a fine male specimen
with
puffed up chest
colorful feathers and phrases
the lure of a nest
but by the time he’s done with us
we all look just like his mother
in her funeral dress
and he
a fool hung from a tarot card
painstakingly oblivious
a perpetual hapless victim
his lies make the knowing angels gag in heaven
as minions of the compromised willing
knit him bullet proof vests
so
we are left
alive
why
stronger than the low hanging fruit
in whose flesh
he’d left his teeth behind
embedded in the past
too intelligent and strong willed to succumb
to his blues man dirge
my best guess
yet i am left with the concrete knowledge
that you are a gift
you and your friendship
are beautiful things
that came
from a blackened this
perhaps the age of our sons made us fight harder
against the rope lashed about our wrists
i don’t care who else believes it
we have another day of life to show for it
and this shared survival
sitting between us
let’s have a shot of whiskey on it
and leave
irreverently joined
glass rings
for others to find
when they open the trunk
and realize
two women survived
a doomed ship
stowed away
together in the mess
he’s a friday night
masquerading as
a tuesday morning
don’t you believe
the happy horse shit
but i’ve already called my bookie
so you saddle up however you like
i’m incapable of anger
merely a loose-toothed child tonguing
the impending loss with sick delight
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cannibal
you reappeared
at my back door
peering through morning glass
after your treacherous
cross country journey
eyes bearing horrors
and in need of clean bandages
i must admit
being as torn as your flesh
as to how i should feel
but then i felt proud of you
for having survived
for keeping your vital organs intact
i needn’t hear the story
you know i have lived it
you’ve seen where the teeth
left behind the deepest scars
and i know all too well
what he is capable of eating
i went out with my friends
all dolled up
in my high class call girl best
the night after we broke up
he was tall blonde beautiful and stupid
5 years younger than me
a marine
home from the war
on leave
the groom of his wedding party
we got bleedin’ drunk on 5th street
and stumbled back to the millennium hotel
buying condoms along the way
it was the place
you and i
had first met
and said goodbye
that sickening july
perfectly evil indeed
america’s favorite white meat
and i fucked him
i fucked him so hard
to spite you
to eat the world
to reclaim me
to kill anything of us
still holy
the woman leapt from the cab
calling out thank yous for the pleasant ride
as she tossed the driver her fare
her presence was running late for dinner
fresh from the combat theatre
where it was her job
to sew fresh clean
unbroken wings
onto fallen angels
feet barely touching mercy street
as she flew down the sidewalk
in her trademark heels
but she stopped
two steps
from the freshly painted black door
when she saw through the window
who was waiting at her table
a fuming demon covered in need
she had dined with before
ready to be served a damned fine explanation
“There is nothing sexy about obligation…”
she whispered to the nun going by
there would be no mandatory meals that night
she kept walking
until she saw
the green of subway lamps
then caught the train home
to order chinese
from heavenly wok
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the unscratchable itch
i am sorry, gorgeous man
for so wickedly causing you
to fall in love with me
i hear it’s a terrible affliction
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colosseum
if she turned her head away
from the unholy circle
his darkest clouds would descend
sturm und drang
and the madness of dead kings
commanding her
to once again cast her gaze
forced to watch the lions
rip apart
metal and flesh gladiators
with their teeth
she hated him for it
he hated her more
for retaining the will
to close her eyes