daddy was dead & i liked being used
I shoulda probly taken a shower
Rinse off the fog I drew on invisibility
   & youth
         & barrel gun'd eeyes
           that mirrored only dice
                & worlds of ice & rust
                          & sweet white dust
                                    & tattooed drums

                                                          their
                                            pumping           pain

                                                   into my
                                                     sweet sweat
                                                            16 yr. old
                                                                   frame
        there i was
                on some polar bear closed shop rug
                       midnight.
                             naked.  he had taken my
                                          clothes off.
                                           I didn't wanna ****.
            i wanted to cuddle this stranger
          cuddle the fluffy bear beneath my back
       under the body i refused to look @
               his hand on his belt buckle.  caching
                 zip.  daddies last breath.  1 blk

     away.  15 min.s   b4    here now i lay
                   prayers in the grave
                              men smothering my face
                                       unshaven memory.
                                             mind games.

biting the walls of lust
hammering my feet in the ground
trying to make sure i'm not too around
so i won't get down
with the boy above


listen to this sound….


Dedicated from the underground….





To you




Please, please please

I only kinda wanna be found












Down
Down
Down



Inside out
Upside down
Boy above
Boy I love
Feel me feeling me to feel you






      underground






5.26.09
1239am
to you
THE UNDERGROUND

Just hanging out
Getting ready for work
Maybe I’m too happy to be a poet
Maybe I’m too pretty to be good
Rub some lotion on my hands
Pick my teeth
Don’t use a comb
Life is sweet

7/22/09

Everything
Trips to a slow melody
The glass’d out kids
Magician away their keys
I’m lying on the floor
In a backwards dream
Fragmented, distant
Reaching 4 me
The beauty
Of love & disappointment
Couch cushions sprawled all Over the empty room of empty kids and lost hero’s singing through a tube
Somewhere along the way we stopped being young
& all this fun turns to stupid self annihilation
& my burnt out friends pass like clouds & evaporate