My ex lovers won't leave me alone this week.

Let me express how that makes me feel:


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i.e. I finally blocked and screened out my ex-fience/ex-boyfried-of-five-years/ex-whatever on facebook after recieving weeks of harrassment.
Telling him over and over to get out of my life, followed by ignoring him did not do the trick.

If this doesn't keep this persistant roach out of my life, I don't know what will.

My roomate, Mr. Charles Darwin, with claws and teeth and everything.


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"A man told me once that all the bad people were needed.
Maybe not all,
but your fingernails you need;
they are really claws,
and we know claws.
The sharks -- what about them?
They make other fish swim faster.
The hard-faced men in black coats who chase you for hours in dreams --
that's the only way to get you to the shore.
Sometimes those hard women
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For my first lost king.


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"If we can't change the world, we sure can change the way we live."

Kissing her blushing cheeks,
swollen lips,
I ask her if she could take my hand,
and become my religion,
goddess to an empire that I will create.

I will cut her off mid-sentence screaming,
"Shut up slut-face!"
Push her down onto the couch to whisper to into her ear,
"If I were a man,
you would be a total cum-dumpster."

I just realized that I am in a polyamorous relationship again.

Sunday,
inside the hush-hush speakeasy
behind the telephone booth
in the hot dog joint,
we smolder even without touching,
two embers sparking in the ashes,
as people tell us,
Go home and have sex already,
you cute things.

We collect whispers and stares
as the taxidermic animals
go into heat beside us.