the girl in the red skirt
is starting to get a cold.
her nose runs in her sleep
now and the sheets
are soaked with sweat
from the nightmares
she can never remember
or the fevers she's trying
to break.
she's a helpless little
elephant's child
and she'd give anything
to be beaten
by her family
again
and
again
and
again
until she's finally
had enough
and decides to
search for the answer
of what crocodiles
eat.

Tonight
I
am
chasing
the
sunset
to
get
to
you.

My very good close friend said
his legs were trying to be
as close to mine as possible.
He wanted me to run
my fingers through his hair
one more time,
but I can't oblige him
with this condition
I'm in and am.
A light brush of the arm
here and there to tell him
I'm still interested in his
story.
I'm jumping to the end
of it already, ******,
leaping practically
to the end of the
fairytale when
Cinderella says
**** it and
files for
irreconcilable
differences.

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

The record player was left on last night.
It's almost broken, but nothing a little
duct tape can't fix.

SHUT UP I'M NOT LISTENING

He's calling and calling and calling
but I'm too busy to answer, I'm sorry.
You can call back when I get out of these diapers.
For now, though, I'll just sit in my
filth.

If I was a candy
I'd be a sour
warhead.
Pink.
The longer you
let me sit,
the sweeter I get
and at the very
center
is a gooey bit
that goes down
easy.
Everybody loves
a peppermint,
but I'm not that
plain.

I found a dime from 1967.
How many people
touched it before me?
How much time
did it spend
in my wallet or
the register before.

Which register?

What did I buy?

How many people
will hold it now?

Is there a word
in the english language
for the moment
you finally realize
there's no turning
back and things
are going to change?
Swollen, it's not him.

I can't.

Watching a grown man
weep in front of a
church full of
hypocrites
is the hardest thing to do.
Sometimes it really
isn't worth it
and I can't be mad
about it anymore.