Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Saturday, August 4, 2012
There's a Bukowski in my heart, and it wants to come out.
But I tell it -No! Don't give in! Stay there.
But he sits there like a pimple,
Boiling and pulsating,
Breathing heavy gin breaths
Spitting every so often
Those bitter lime peels.
There's a Bukowski in my heart and it wants to come out,
But I say
Don't give in
Don't fall apart
Don't stick that cigarette in your mouth and start sucking down anything above a 7%
But he sits there, pulsating
Angry and bitter and sad
And then the old lady at the bar
Taps me on the shoulder and says
My God dear, you have a beautiful smile.
There's a Bukowski in my heart
Rolling over, farting and starting to snore.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
How many sighs, of so many different colors.
The gold ones that float to the top in relief, in satisfaction, in the blessing that has been you're purgatorial life.
I've been waiting.... I've been waiting... I've been waiting so long....
I'm not even sure,
Is... this... it.
How many more sighs of blue grey
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Maybe yesterday was my apocalypse. Today my 2012. Cleaning out my wounds with secret bathroom tears. Whispering to the ant on the sink "why? why? we didn't even try..."
Hoping he'd carry away my burdens. Why? Why? We didn't even try.
Trying to feel angry. Trying to feel betrayed. Trying to feel what you're supposed to feel when things just fall away.
Rising out of me, bubbling, bubbling... then falling flat. Swept under the door with sighs of blue and gray.
Wanting to yell and scream "what have you done to me?!!"
Opening my mouth, ready for steam...
Please, mom, can I stay?
And so I lay here in a child's bed, thinking of another place I'd rather be instead, another place I'd rather lay my head, another way for my soul to be fed...
Picking at the ribbons that keep me to you, unearthing the anchor that kept you at my bay.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
“The bitch broke up with me on Valentine’s day”
“He sent flowers to my home, my work AND left some on my car.”
“She make me cupcakes, they were the best thing ever.”