You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.

I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old. It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.

There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Lust has taken plant in it
and I have placed you and your
child at its milk tip.

Oh the blackness is murderous
and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
and you will die somewhat,
again and again.

You're my point of reference
How I know I exist

Here you go again
With your in.
Lackluster
No creativity.
Tiresome
With no brevity.

Your remedy to your mess.
Winged,
But squawking in your nest

Down-feathers are long past.
Covered
In oversight that clearly lasts.

You're a clown with runny make up.
Comedy is your genre.

Still I visit
Like a celebrity in their home town

Still I Linger
Like sharpenal from an old battle wound

Death becomes you,
So modest and frail
Caressing Last Rites
Laid out in Braille  

Wearing a gray suit
Free hand pulling the hem taut  
Clunky black shoes
Hair tied in a knot

Distress's mistress
With barren lips
Lust glistening from her eyes
Cleverly drips

Mouth opened just enough
To notice the absence of sound
Seized words  
Left in impound

A last little twitch
Consumes an entire room
Giving away spring
Before the lilac had a chance to bloom

Sitting here
On my carpet made of wood
Rooted down
As sturdy as any tree
that ever stood
I've been shaken by wind
Cross water has left me still
Yet here I remain, Not burned for warmth
Or eaten by a quill

I don't like to fight
I don't like to compete
I ramble on
I'm not very neat
I spill ****
Half pick it up
I'm drained
I don't really get what you're saying
I'm tired, you don't get it either
I'm sick of explaining
Everything's exciting at first
Then dulls out quick
Your words are *******
But you think your slick
Instead of working that dollar
Go buy a brain
Because
You'll end up leaving
As soon as you came

A gaggle scaling ice
With cautious grace
Cooling blood flow
Matching the temperament
Of hardened Adam's ale
Discomfort unseen
Unaware of the dangers they befriend
If only I could learn such skill
My fleshy body is fiery
As is my will
I tried to follow
Only to fall in
Conceited with human flaw
Swallowing crisp death
Holding hands with panic
Exchanging  youthful banter of woe
Birthday candles cannot out glow
Queen of the mountain
Eroded by natures charms
Tactful is she
Denials next move
To scam an eager mind
Dormant in life's winters thrill
Leaving my body stuck in time
Gray and blue and still