She stormed into the break room
The hottest piece of *** at the job
She was crying into her phone
"Why you gotta be like this?!...
Your so ****** up!...
But I love you!...
Oh my gawd, why?!"
She buried her wet swollen eyes
Into her hands
Then sobbed uncontrollably
I could here the guy on the phone
He was crying harder than she was
He could hardly speak
I pretended not to notice
Took a bite out of my granny smith
Put my feet up on a chair
And thought
This is the best kind of apple
My favorite apple
And it was real sour
Just the way I like it
I was happy

The lights were still on
As I lifted myself from
The air mattress
To check my back
For bedbug bites
I noticed a young roach
In the sink
He scattered quickly
Then stopped
Staring
As if to dare me
To try and **** him
He was the prideful matador
And I the swollen eyed
Stumbling bull
It was life and death
I tried to smack him
With a water bottle
But he ran and hid behind a pipe
So I took a bottle of aftershave
Tried to drown the *******
In a refreshing burning winterfresh
But he was untouched by the splash
Then he scattered across the wall
I ran and grabbed the worst book
In my collection
The premier book of major poets,
1970
They printed Simon and Garfunkel
In there
I tried to smash the
cunning cockroach
But my fingers touched the
Smashed corpse
Of a previous conquest
I quickly threw the book in disgust
And wished it was the roaches
Wife or mother
Lying dead
Smashed by an awful publication
He ran quickly
Laughing at my frustration
Proud
Then he settled in a hole
Under the edge of the counter
He was the victor
He raised his sword
Toward the sun
And stabbed me in the heart
I fell onto the air mattress
Drooling
The young roach returned to his nest
Proud
He found the fattest female
Flipped her over
With his filthy fluttering legs
He tore open her thorax
Then inserted his roach genitalia
Into the wound
Inseminating her
And assuring his legacy
While I slept
Alone

I heard it in the dark
Waking alone on the floor
In the middle of the room
After dreaming of nothing
It sounded like it came from
A language unknown to man
Sung by the mockingbird
It was probably a term for
Something like
"The last swaying purple
Velvet flower left alive
After the extinction
Of humanity"
It sounded soothing
I felt a surrounding presence
Of warmth and elegance
It felt like you were lying
Beside me
Wanting to be held
By my arms
It felt like
I was never alone

Frosted silver whisper
melt this shielded sore
enlighten my dormant soul
heal this stone once more
.
Reckless raw emotions
tasteless heat, empty mirrors
extinct frenzy, I dare,
dazzle me with your glare
.
Overwhelming moon
such a romantic delirium
alluring shooting stars I seek,
my voice to them wishes to speak.
.
The night lost the blues,
magic labyrinth lost the clues
royal keys were once stolen
enchanted tower got broken
.
Affectionate soul, my Amber Angel
the sharp flakes and memories
scattered they must be
through the silky roses once loved
close by our Enchanted Tree

© Christina Philipe

We're mixing our races
Peaking what will help us survive
Bots are advancing till they take the future

We'll be long gone
Wrinkly decays nourishing tomorrow
Whatever that tomorrow is

We're a ticking time bomb
The next war will end with us all
Sometimes I wonder who will be left for the rapture?

The hermit and his hand
Sticky fingers and solitude
kama sutra of the fingers