And to my barber I said
“Are you okay?”
“Are you?” He replied
And I shaved my hair, my eyes, my dreams and my socks
I can’t carry anymore.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 1:31 PM UTC
Have you ever thought of putting a gun in your mouth
For the art of it
Or how terribly sad you are,
for the art of it?
Do you like being sad, pretty girl
Do you like being called pretty?
My pretty , pretty girl
With the ugly face
Do you like being hurt
For the art of it?
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 3:01 PM UTC
Please, I beg you
Be kind
Ironic, you show no kindness
Why, why her?
You have your golden tongue
Your clever gaze
Praying to the Lord cannot amend your failures
What a failure of a sheet of brownies
It’s an easy dessert
C’mon stop pitying your buffoonery
I am defeated in your cellulite
Go on, cry cry cry cry
Cry you harlot
Cry!
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 6:22 AM UTC
What is it to be a romantic?
I love you no more than I love lobsters
Why to be obsessed with a sullen man
And absolutely hate yourself,
Look at my stomach
It’s preposterous,
Blasphemous
I love you no more than I love me
I don’t love my waist,
My hair,
My face
What a sad eastern beauty
I hate photographs.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 6:15 AM UTC
“Can I carve your meat, my friend?”
He laughed — laughed past wits’ end.
And hung a painting of a goat:
“I did this art as a joke.”
Sizzling, guzzling lawyer’s leg,
He chopped — and chopped — and chopped again.
Hung a girl with an artist’s dream;
She sold her arms, or so it seemed.
And in my soup, as I did gaze,
I saw the cranium of my head —
Mixed with carrots, chopped with glee.
I saw the butcher in me.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 3:20 PM UTC
Can you tell me I am right?
Is there nothing much to fight for?
In my posterior
There is a lump
I think I might cut it out
I have nothing more to say,
I am not poetic anymore.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 9:43 AM UTC
I really don’t want to rob a bank
I don’t.
I’m just a 5 year old
Please don’t tell me to shoot
Please don’t tell me to shoot
Please don’t tell me to shoot
Please don’t tell me to shoot
Please don’t tell me to shoot
I know him
Please,
Tell me to.
Shoot?
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 3:14 PM UTC
There is so much to do dear God
And so little to life;
Unwind my pancreas
I need to do so
For them!
And them and them with the eyes
I don’t want to please a man
Just my mother and my bickering grey haired life
Unwind my pancreas
**** me or set me free
This money is the end of me
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 1:55 PM UTC
Quite frankly,
You like big bosoms
And a skinny little
Cup of Coffee
Forgive me, I’ve had a day
You like plain oats and blonde hair and a spaceless head without politics,
Quite frankly,
To hell with you
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 11:34 AM UTC
As I learnt from before,
I just need a glass of orange juice,
not wine, not coffee,
not anymore,
But a glass of juice
From the average carton nearly to expire
To learn that I shall suffer
All the time.
I will never get more than pennies
And stoic hopes
The grapes below the table
Cannot fetch for the *******
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 12:35 PM UTC