poetic poet me.
the day was rather fucked up.
due to a certain xena bitch.
she is big and nifty with her words.
i only cower under who is bigger and badder.
if i was vulgar, i only served my thoughts on a dish.
grr.
reflect.
i am as usual tired and blank.
matte
glossy paper.
what i reflect goes to everywhere,
yet nowhere.
if
you saw me somewhere,
bring me back,
back to skin.
stop me from iluminating my worries,
reflecting to the shore,
maybe throw me off course
thaw me . thaw me.
because because.
no reason to ask,
you exist to clear what
i have created.
a novice, a weeping gallow,
all decked, all prepared
a rope around my neck.
an ode to dad
daddy called me darling.
girl, girl
crawl over my girl.
six,
a crop of black ponytails and
a balinese painting .
beckoned,
jump
jump
jump
in.
i thought maybe
i would find my violets.
call me crazy to
contain a pretty thought.
the rest of me
sinks in
gratifying dignity,
white washed with gravel.
daddy said maybe;
open my opportunities.
get drunk with fright,
cry blind bleach my life
with these eyes and cry.
alcohol.
alcohol.
holocaust.
gory long and ho.
words change.
maybe
i would find this pain.
daddy said i was missing.
did you find comfort, he says.
get drunk with these eyes;
smoke smoke tears
into my iris,
leave in a daze, a craze,
a trace, a maze
confuse me with these
long white brown lines.
there are chimneys of home,
endless white froth.
suffocate, you suffocated
the rest of the world in your head.
daddy daddy
say say
a phrase.
i no longer hear your voice,
i implored.
did you kill me?
maybe.
pray zen,
kneel buddha,
breathe temple
find incense.
your darling
ran ran
headlong into the tapersy
the white red purple,
a big evil rainbow.
she went
and
came,
came back to say
"darling, darling, maybe not.
suffocate, close your heart,
i was missing,
i got drunk
i found my pain
i smoked whites and greys.
and there was no comfort,
none at all.
one day,
one day,
i would return,
and
my iris
my iris will
comtemplate your wrong ways."
man 2 in day. i must be really desperate and depressed.
due to a certain xena bitch.
she is big and nifty with her words.
i only cower under who is bigger and badder.
if i was vulgar, i only served my thoughts on a dish.
grr.
reflect.
i am as usual tired and blank.
matte
glossy paper.
what i reflect goes to everywhere,
yet nowhere.
if
you saw me somewhere,
bring me back,
back to skin.
stop me from iluminating my worries,
reflecting to the shore,
maybe throw me off course
thaw me . thaw me.
because because.
no reason to ask,
you exist to clear what
i have created.
a novice, a weeping gallow,
all decked, all prepared
a rope around my neck.
an ode to dad
daddy called me darling.
girl, girl
crawl over my girl.
six,
a crop of black ponytails and
a balinese painting .
beckoned,
jump
jump
jump
in.
i thought maybe
i would find my violets.
call me crazy to
contain a pretty thought.
the rest of me
sinks in
gratifying dignity,
white washed with gravel.
daddy said maybe;
open my opportunities.
get drunk with fright,
cry blind bleach my life
with these eyes and cry.
alcohol.
alcohol.
holocaust.
gory long and ho.
words change.
maybe
i would find this pain.
daddy said i was missing.
did you find comfort, he says.
get drunk with these eyes;
smoke smoke tears
into my iris,
leave in a daze, a craze,
a trace, a maze
confuse me with these
long white brown lines.
there are chimneys of home,
endless white froth.
suffocate, you suffocated
the rest of the world in your head.
daddy daddy
say say
a phrase.
i no longer hear your voice,
i implored.
did you kill me?
maybe.
pray zen,
kneel buddha,
breathe temple
find incense.
your darling
ran ran
headlong into the tapersy
the white red purple,
a big evil rainbow.
she went
and
came,
came back to say
"darling, darling, maybe not.
suffocate, close your heart,
i was missing,
i got drunk
i found my pain
i smoked whites and greys.
and there was no comfort,
none at all.
one day,
one day,
i would return,
and
my iris
my iris will
comtemplate your wrong ways."
man 2 in day. i must be really desperate and depressed.
