Sometimes I wish that I could be
just as pretty as...
And fly about the heavens
raining happy tears of joy
And then I wear the silken dress
soft as the eyelashes of unicorns
between the cloud sites
whistling all the way
and wishing you were here
shirtless and sweaty
digging me a hole(?)
and then talking about numbers
because you know how when you talk about numbers
it really turns me on.
And then you will dig more holes and
Get so tired and even more sweaty
That bugs will stick to you and you will
Smell worse than I thought.
Then I will place you gently in a wheelbarrow.
I pulled a dozen from you
They shouted, give us back our cheese
But I kept their cheese
Like I kept your girlfriend.
Poles hold lights high
The dark like milk
I hope your orbs
I always think about your orbs.
And your vagina.
Resurrecting the dead is as easy
As digging them out
Brushing dust from open mouths
Tying strings to arms
Parade them like puppets
They always wanted to live forever
Really what's changed.
I am the pharaoh
Sandstone and sunlight
For the viewing pleasure
of the masses
in this life and the next.
I am in red, and obese.
Dangerously obese and alone.
The sad pharaoh.
Sand and light.
Blow me down
like a flower when you appear like that, 2F
Red and sweaty,
Impossible to get a word in edgewise
I hope you realize
in this public corridor as
you scream and scream
bloodshot and nested hair
that the children from apartment 2D watch with no longer wide eyes
because you do this so often
this nudity and screaming
I sometimes think you have it in for me
that one day i wont wake at all
you will see to that
go back inside
put on a robe
in wondering where you went
So angry scattered beads across the kitchen floor
Children huddled hiding in the playhouse across the yard
This unsettling screaming does no one good least of all you
And the children crying terrified
But big sister scooped them up and shepherded them out
Even through her terror still she was the adult
As we screamed and shouted
And then I go to 'rescue' them from us
And with breaking heart I still treat them in anger still
Because I'm still angry at you and me for this
They did nothing to deserve being this fearful
And we did nothing to justify this behaviour
Everyone is bad parents
Build it, lego
Blocks like water.
Tear it down
In buckets all the pieces
The off brand theatre
Talk to c list stars
Your interviewing skills are tepid at best
The films the same though
The warnings to turn off cell phones are laughable
They have no money or imagination
Except that they haven't sold out
So that's something
And the film is the same
So it's more about brand loyalty and class for us
I want it to be on brand because of polish
But it's more money
I want the polish
And I pay it almost gladly
Give me the polish
Until it gleams
Take my money.
They run the boardwalks
Past raging chasm
Up then down again
For innumerable lifeless images scattered once then lost.
Trading so quickly eternity
For air conditioned car
The path once straight became a darkened maze
Slowly though so when finally I raised tired eyes found only darkness in its stead
I wail and beat these bloodied hands on unyielding branches stone.