i am the epitome of annoyance
the definition
of helplessness
i write
in honor of the pieces of my heart dropped
scattered around like seeds in a garden
shattered like a child’s menagerie
thrown away like an empty bottle of gin on a Wednesday morning
I type
as a constant reminder that
I am alone
as the minuscule maniac I am
in this large yet minuscule world that I belong to
and will forever be

cute dog
cuter owner

The molecular rat had come
Seeping into the ***** that pumps
The red plush through the body
In which you helped it ache, swell, implode
The bleeding blue-ish white in the body
Runs out of the mouth, nostrils and shoots the eyes to a passion.
The heartache of passion, the lust for love, the tender stench of ethereal beings
Deceiving
The swelling of my heart
The callous torture of my soul
The gangrene demise of my spirit.
Remember
the being I gave myself
with your faithful hiding
Remember
the bittersweet taste of the fruit of the inevitable
that we all call
death.

Four, is my number for you
Possibly counting
I do flirt much with you,
My baby, Sue.
I know I say that Plath is good
Plath's own even said to me,
"Be dead and happy, or live to die"

Serpents lurk, but would rue the day they left me
To sulk in my own function
or diss function, as the doctor calls it
Sweet Sue, why have you left me?
I love you dearly
I quiver in fear without your company
You are the only true friend that I have

And yet, you abandon me
After I tried being with you
Over and over
Again.
You are the permanent solution
Of my temporary problems.