Burn them

and in the ash
lose yourself
from the empty voyage
from growling eyes
in mirrors and glass
from sad eyes between
the bars of a prison
concepts ideas and
thoughts all are
all are slaves of freedom

Hope

I live alone locked in my jail
looked  into and at
passed by
seeing the sun shine throuh an icy veil
And I hunger in cursed cold and cursed
winters talking to shadows
clawing at my ears to stop the ticking time
hoping something changes

The Pie

There lies waiting
in the pie garden
a specific pie
the wind of which
has chosen to remain
in silent hibernation
Everyone knows
what has happened
and wonders why
but not the pie
especially not
the pie

You Are

the comfort in his arms
his trick for the day
wasted  discourse
crumbles away
into his weak defense
but I don't give a shit
anymore
and it ends that way

It's not about being tired

It's hard to be alive when you feel dead

I don't really even know him

only that I want him

The Dinner Date

When he started bragging about his three condos I felt like throwing up in his face.
Having a picnic under a shit tree would have been more enjoyable.

Summer Songs

I have a feeling that olives me and dark beer
make you shiver and vomit but I wish it made you
laugh

at least hate me

The Furniture Shop Owner's Wife

I Am But A Small Part Of  BIll's
Need To Sell Furniture

Telegraph from God to the Sun

Made mistake.
Tried to fix twice
but man too sick to help
Please Kill man
burn the earth to ash
make sure all dead

God

Stud, but that's all

Jack's  porn obsessed. A dirty magazine with a brain stem and eyes
moving into my boneless body. His flat had six rooms and he owned three cars.
A six room three car dirty magazine with a brain stem penis and balls.

I have felt everything die

Monster

His skin felt wet, like paint that could never dry.
I hated myself for how I felt about him. Yes, he was almost handsome, cocky but kind too...
but his odor was foul, even after he showered it remained on his body hair and seeped from his skin. Letting the phone ring was not the problem, getting his stink off of me was.I felt sick all week. I had sex with a monster.

Clear Instructions

PLACE PEG IN HOLE AT END OF ASSEMBLY

WITH PEG IN HOLE BORE DEEP INTO END
DRIVING PEG IN PLACE

She Remembers

 She knew in her heart that he was still asleep so she whispered, "I want to smother you" in his ear. He was large and often dreamt of the sun dancing on the maize in the valley. But this time the sun slept, and night spread onto him, deep into the skin, as his eyes rolled back into ecstasy.

pissing in the occasion

Life is a stark and barren wasteland of crippled dreams, dead memories,
and overwhelming sadness.

His Toupee

  nearly blew off when I fluttered my hummingbird wing eyelashes

y\You a\Amaze m\Me

I want to live your doo doo.

I want to live in your doo-doo.


and I hate doo doo :D

Two Faced Dummy

Living with this guy was like living with a vantrilaquist

...without the vantrilaquist.

And

anything that does doo doo deserves to die.










this is the "real"  ending to my pre-grad thesis I had to finish..What a farce indy study is!  :D