a watched *** never boils,
shine red letters, “9:09”
a watched wrist will not cut itself
this wristwatch won’t keep time
my pockets they are full of sand
i think i need a drink
but the bottles are all filled with ships
the salt is full of sink
the kitchen drawers are filled with clothes
the bedroom tile’s stained
theire’s bodies lying in the tub
i flushed it down the drain
“it hurts, it hurts!” i cry out
through the painting on the bed
the pink and blue’s a vivid grey
that noose i made from thread
“BATTY, BATTY, LITTLE ONE”
a psychic claiming womb
“we lies, we lies” he hollers back
a whisper, shoebox tomb
when tap run dry tap tap a vein
i wait ‘fore you(r) reply
the alphabet’s your master now
subvide by multiply
my my my you’re growing
every new voice looks the same
each set of eye’s thats staring back
deferent different game
the early bird just passed we
floating downward wrinkled skin
worm slither in your fat cells
to your wheels on broken rim
we’ve eaten all my vegetables
i’m eating all that’s green
whom made you king i’m paying
there is something underseen
name starts to sound familiar
daily hourslongs each week
enough milk baby didn’t drink
she too loud when i speak
i cut back on the coffee
i’m not laughing, ha ha ha
one tweak, I’m boiled water
it’s 9:10, a smoking ***
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
a watched *** never boils,
shine red letters, “9:09”
a watched wrist will not cut itself
this wristwatch won’t keep time
my pockets they are full of sand
i think i need a drink
but the bottles are all filled with ships
the salt is full of sink
the kitchen drawers are filled with clothes
the bedroom tile’s stained
theire’s bodies lying in the tub
i flushed it down the drain
“it hurts, it hurts!” i cry out
through the painting on the bed
the pink and blue’s a vivid grey
that noose i made from thread
“BATTY, BATTY, LITTLE ONE”
a psychic claiming womb
“we lies, we lies” he hollers back
a whisper, shoebox tomb
when tap run dry tap tap a vein
i wait ‘fore you(r) reply
the alphabet’s your master now
subvide by multiply
my my my you’re growing
every new voice looks the same
each set of eye’s thats staring back
deferent different game
the early bird just passed we
floating downward wrinkled skin
worm slither in your fat cells
to your wheels on broken rim
we’ve eaten all my vegetables
i’m eating all that’s green
whom made you king i’m paying
there is something underseen
name starts to sound familiar
daily hourslongs each week
enough milk baby didn’t drink
she too loud when i speak
i cut back on the coffee
i’m not laughing, ha ha ha
one tweak, I’m boiled water
it’s 9:10, a smoking ***
© 2012 Jene'e Patitucci
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