She was armed with a camera
He was armed with a paintbrush
And I just sit here with my arms bare
Wondering what weapon would be mine
For they all seem to be taken

You can't shut me out forever.
I yammered
cooking dinner steam in my eyes
it already smells spoiled, but we feast.*

our love is like a potted plant
I brought home one night -
poisons coursing in my veins -
I plucked a pretty flower from the Earth
and raised it to the sky
I bought fertilizer and dirt
and forgot about the sun shine -
I let flowers turn yellow and wilt
I let spiders make homes in your hair -

took the day seriously
i was at a glass desk
with a glass heart
s h a t t e r e d
piecing it back
together
with each letter
i was
learning from sewer traps
and breathing smoke with words
i was chaos like a tumbleweed

There is a wheel inside my head
Of wantonness and wine,
An old, cracked fiddle is begging without,
But the wind with scents of the sea is fed,
And the sun seems glad to shine.

The sun and the wind are akin to you,
As you are akin to June.
But the fiddle! . . . It giggles and twitters about,
And, love and laughter! who gave him the cue?--
He's playing your favourite tune.

I like pens that bleed
Ink that smears
Girls with scars
Broken parts
***** clothes
Stained sheets
The hint of blood
The taste of lust
The smells of love
Nights through morning
Mornings to night
Suns that sleep
Moons that dream
And all the pretty
You hide underneath
Those pretty
Pretty
Pretty things

i'm outdoorsy in a sense
where i like to
drink
on patios
watch the people smile
tan animated hands and sunglasses
football friendship
i like people
on television
on telephones

Ptshhpht. I been a feminist yo -
I said
Feminist.
Not feminine.
You gotta buy me dinner first.
Or at least a drink or five
Five! Five drinks
And I can do anything.
Actually. Anyone
can do anything.
As a
f e m i n i s t
I think we're all equal.
I think we're all as cancerous
and false, blue deviant as late breakfast
Equal.
I believe if one can't vote.
No one should. Why bother?
You're beyond what would otherwise be
(Free Speech)
But you can't relate
With daisies in your hair
And a cigarette hanging from you lips
Bursting with bacteria
and **** -
Survival of the fittest?
We're all going down, don't you get it?

I knew it was over by how uninspired you were on your knees.
I knew our worlds were to crumble underneath our feet.
I knew there was a familiar hatred
Like on holidays when that one person
Does that thing
They always do
I think that's me sometimes when I walk out of rooms.
The shadows chatter about the light, I tell myself.
But after deeper analysis
I feel like a shadow
A mere cast of lack of reflection of an object I have no control over.
And I just dance in this wet candlelight.
Hoping, I come back to life.