Helen

Helen Mar 2014

I roflmao until I broke my back on a chair

I didn't see it there!

the kitchen chair

You hit me in the living room

where there was so much space

a solid lounge

a coffee table made from oak

a television cabinet

protecting life's assets

but you hurled me

into the kitchen

with just one stroke

and I rolled laughing

until I hit the chair

that splintered fine pieces

of rough hewn stakes

into the air

that fell around me

like a cage

I didn't want to escape

but when a spine is broken

the only sound to make

is

a

sigh

It was a nice day to die

Helen Mar 2014

I don't 'get' a lot of things, but I get my goat

hahahaha
strangled choke

with your head in the sand
standing bent over
for just any man to walk by
still you try to mumble
while I sigh...

You make me cry

while all your life prose
cools just like a *******
upon a body not breathing
stiff as a cold breeze
You sit like a scarecrow
guarding your non de plume
drowning out your own scream

why don't you

attract that ravenous beast
that will feed upon
your braggart heart, tear apart
your broken bones to the meat
that rots like a rancid ****,
all covered in mildewed
strawberries
and curdled cream

You were never smart

Eating away at the morning dew
chomping on a feast that few
ever completely inhaled
but only just nibbled on
bit by bit except

I did

but do you know
what really gets my goat?

I do

Helen Mar 2014

spread too thin

now just an oil slick
on the road you took
South

just a bare scraping
on your toast
in the morning
avoiding
Cholesterol levels
from invading
your mouth

just a small piece
of tissue paper
upon your chin
because the cut
bled...
RED

but not enough
to waste
a whole square
of toilet paper
that might have been
useful
for your overloaded
*******

Where all this **** begins

and ends

*spread so thin
only able to dab
at the blood spilt,
unable to wipe
the crap from
your chin

Helen Mar 2014

I didn't really know you but, Oh, by the way...

I knew your name

but, who are you?

I cried to hear

you died!

***!

Did you read my mind?

That could have been me

totally

Maybe I'm jealous

you took the next step

TOTALLY HOW IT COULD HAVE
BEEN ME, BUT IT WASN'T!

Helen Mar 2014

don't follow me, I'm lost too!

how would I know
what it's like?
to wake in the morning
and everything's right?

how would I know
which way to turn?
you like left
I like right
at the next intersection
I think
we should
go for it
and watch it all
just crash
and burn

How should I know
how many hours
you should sleep?
I'm kept awake
by your tears
but don't
reach
for the tissues
to cleanse my eyes
I need to weep

Stop following me
like some lost puppy
I can only lead you
to Hells Door
If you want
to come
for the ride
I
couldn't ask
for more

but don't blame me if its not one of your 'ultimate fantasy' destinations