do not call me a liar
when you're sailing your boat
into vinegar seas
because my knobby knees
crushed you with ease
and you cried "don't hurt me,
please, please, please."
i wanted you dead
for all the wrong reasons
i killed you with time
through the four seasons
there isn't anything more pleasing
than your cotton mouth teasing
my long hair breezing
and you were sick with the flu,
always sneezing, sneezing, sneezing.
i cant stop sneezing
it took me fifteen minutes to write that
its my birthday but i dont deserve it
i realize myself in sharp bursts
slices between when its all mechanical
closing one eye to type and record it
look at my filthy fingers
scrub cuticles and continue
what abhorrent keys
behind me rhythmic tickling
A gentle breeze blows
through your window
the smell of spring fills the air,
I kiss the nape of your neck
your sweet perfume,
Your cat jumps up on my lap
begging to be petted,
We undress and climb into bed
our naked bodies press together;
where the dog usually sleeps,
You are beautiful and I want you
but I fear my dear
I am allergic to your world,
There's a comfort in not knowing
my neighbor's name.
I reckon that's one less person to bitch about.
I know all I need to know
from her funky cooking smells.
Is that a dead wolf on her wok?
Her chili makes me sneeze.
The thought of her cat makes me sneeze.
I'm at ease with anonymity.
She doesn't suspect it's me stealing
her Chinese take-out menus half-slipped
under her triple Medeco bolted door.
And even is she does suspect,
I bet she doesn't even know my name.
I'm gonna pretend I'm her
and order Kung Pao Chicken
and send it to her after midnight.
Wait a minute...
I don't know her name.
I'm going to knock on her door and ask.
Shit, I feel a sneeze coming.