There was once a girl who fell madly in love.
Deeply in love with the wrongest of wrongs
the songest of songs
the longest of longs.

Her legs once so stable
collapsed and fell through.
Like mush mashed potatoes,
like nothing she knew.

This innocent girl,
alone and in love.
Made a promise to herself
she wouldn’t give up.

So though she loved wrongly,
though her man kept her safe,
she wanted to run,
run out of this place.

Her true love was not hers.
He was out with some other.
So she prayed and she willed
to be his new lover.

She neither cared that it wrong,
nor that it was lame.
For this was true love
to her not some game.

But this love she loved wrongly,
he just couldn’t see,
that her love was for only
the girl she could be.

He wanted them both,
but wanted his more.
For if he truly loved her
he’d be at her door.

So now she sits lonely.
She sits without any.
She lost her own dear
'cause she wrongly loved many.

I am an earthquake

In the desert

Working the rough sand to settle

In my belly

So that the ache in the pit of my gut

Might lose its shape

These shoulder blades feel like wings sometimes

Too bad these hands are prehensile

Not feathered or webbed

Just full of chemo-quake

And tremble

Unless I can hold your hand

Hold my hand

I’ll reverberate your ***** soul to settle

Till we’ve shaken the dust a firmament

Big enough to stand on

I need redemption enough

That stuck in the filter of my cleansing

Is enough dirt to build a hill to stand on

Forget heaven

When I can stand on the land of my past mistakes

And revel in the beauty I left behind

Don’t get left behind

And don’t go to heaven

Just stay with me in the middle

Where I have managed to compact this broken to solid

Like a ghost in a landfill

Haunt these hollow halls of filth with me

Until ***** is all that’s left

***** is all that is left

I understand that you might want to bathe sometimes

Not everyone can live like I do

Not everyone shares my infatuation

With broken things like I do

Let me get you just a little *****

Let me break you too

Let me recycle our fuckery

Till the filaments fit

I am a “found” artist

Making the broken beautiful

What everyone keeps forgetting

Is that even we are recyclable

And there isn’t anything that cannot be rebuilt

So let me make a new heaven

So that I can be like a ghost

Haunting a landfill