I tear myself apart and I throw it on the ground in front of you , can't hide that I'm a social wreck ( Read more... )

cervical biopsies and cancerous prophecies, cantakerous co-eds and germinous book heads. the escalator still clanks rhythmically - clunk clunk CLUNK clunk and the security guards still eye me, high from a pinch and a bitch in a lab coat who had the nerve to ask about my dogs. two, count em, two tampons inside to stop the bleeding, a nice dab of ( Read more... )

fighting cats and resisting brats, a litter of kittens on myrtle ave and a pint of guiness on regression place. head aches while her licks taste the dirt fur, her feline eyes chase fingers toes to the cabinet that makes her white and grey belly grow. palms sweat, she mews at door- press, shut, sweat, ignore, moan, snore.

or do you just want me dead? your spit in the face leaves a bad taste in the mouth, whose rotten teeth are mean but don't mean to scare you into bad attitudes. your endless snobbery disarms a pride which isn't fragile but not as tough as it wants to be. your dismissmal of my being at every turn is not refreshing, its just another stab wound where ( Read more... )

in the big picture, dad, have you ever been hear? your bold mid western heart so worn now your memories reduced to showing us (the kids ) up ..i would tell you all this if you could listen....little kids say bitch and i want to yell but keep my voice down, we get drunk on cheeseburgers and fries , brown mountains green mountains yellow mountains ( Read more... )

why didnt anyone tell me there was free kotex maxi pads at the radical youth empowerment arts centre i could ve used that shit 5 days ago when i was cramped and angry and bleeding through my pants. there was a box of tampons in the punk house cabinet but tampon means brillo pad in french, apparantly. why didnt anyone tell me there were tampons in ( Read more... )

you think the bands are shitty and you always will. you have no personality, so you drown it in swill of organic juice and bullshit suits. drinking coffee like you never tasted before im glad im not in brooklyn cause your whines are a bore.

walkin under the train tracks dont know if its dark or we're just too drunk to see our faces smack the ground falling with pants around our knees, dirt smears with blood on cheeks so pink ( Read more... )

hanging out at my old house and everyone's pointing, "you just moved out, you're back so soon, though you was too cool to drool on that pillowcase", while i pace through the humid hall and stare at the crawl space. in this hood kids with long pockets complain "its so far" and then stay away. escaping their whines, proudly i sway, i've got more ex ( Read more... )

except you never were.... one fart per piece of art, we'd wander through the halls waiting for them to come alive, to splatter us with a neon yellow or flat brown. they'd let us in with forties half full of orange juice and we could sip and talk about graffitti and roll our eyes at each other across the room when we let one loose... funny faces, we ( Read more... )