He never went out and shot someone.
When he gets hot, he crumbles like
dry wall.
Yeah the petals come off, but it’s not
his bullet. His bullet passes through
everything but glass.
At that point, his nerve is out of his mind.
He runs on instinct.
I look at it as reasoning.
He doesn’t want it to fragment.
It’s not effective, but
if I have a BB Gun that looks like a 45
and I point it between his eyes,
I’ll make him better than what’s out there.
Sleep with little weeping,
dream bitter sweetly,
drink your coffee with dignity and
don’t forget your pride.
Side with the blind sided,
tie down the unbridled,
drain out lying eye lids and
leave the world at fault.
So,your brain has been assaulted,
your body’s been crawled on,
it’s a massive load your hauling,
but you don’t know where you’re
going. To drop it or
to drag it,
burn it
or gag it.
I say,
season it with
changing seasons and
grow bigger than it.
You’re in my closet again
trying on my heels
coaxing my jeans to shrink
shrink
to just under
nourished
I have a face for you
glued on
golden fish eyes
a sassy little smack
and a painted
pout
for recognition
you wouldn’t know me otherwise
I drank a tube of toothpaste
a bottle of Kracken
and
coerced my female intuition
into
your rough clutch
you pinched
my finger tips
one-by-one
dressing them in frilly little
dresses
then my neck
choked with the devil’s diamonds
you kneel down
lips to my naked knee
a
soft
kiss of approval
I am ready.
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