My mind is running blank
As if quicksand absorbs all my thoughts and sank
Wonder if that's what life feels like
When things are falling apart

just because it needed to be done;
painting the walls in the
halls white w/ human blood
she coughs up dirt
w/ the chills in love;
everyone has one,
thirsty little
girls becoming gigantic
mistakes in the perverted eyes of
the contortionists;
Sibyl is French not Danish

Sometimes I call it a roller coaster
Sometimes the changing weather
Sometimes I feel heavy as a log
Sometimes as light as a feather!

Now life is at a juncture where
Things seem upwardly lifted
Now is a time when my
        Low,depressed perspective,
Has radically shifted!

I am happy as a lark...

Once we were friendly.
Then we were more than friends.
Now there is nothing.
Must this be how it ends?

My cat has apparently
decided to turn my house into a graveyard for rodents.
They turn up everywhere -
my tub, my sink, my bed -
but they all look so similar
that it could very well be the same mouse,
finding its way back in
every time I throw it out.

My cat looks proud of himself.
I ask, “When are you gonna stop?” and
“Why’d you have to put it in the toilet?”
But he can’t answer
through a mouthful of mouse fur.

The wind howls,
not like a wolf, but good guess.
It’s so strong and demanding.
It does whatever it wants with my hair,
and it did unspeakable things to that trampoline.

I wonder if the wind is trying to tell us something, but we aren’t wise enough to listen.

There are stars in his fridge
that stink up his food
as though they are clusters of rotting milk chunks
amongst other junk.
No longer able to eat a meal
that doesn’t taste like outer space,
he gets so fed up he eats them,
and they taste so bad he pukes them.
Peering into murky toilet bowl water,
he can make out the faint twinkling
of a regurgitated star.