pussy plugger 3000

Sep 2014

1487

What if he doesn't make me laugh like you did
What if he doesn't captivate a room
What if he doesn't golf with my dad on Sundays

My god, what did you do
What did you do

I want another you, minus all the hurt.

Sep 2014

Third Eye Candy

"I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.” Frida Kahlo

to sleep i may, but not the dark vessel
of mine eyes, over stormy seas of placenta and albatross
tossed from the palm of a rough hewn, Five-Headed Crane
raking five beaks across a canvass of my wounded fires -
and my brazen black honey, trembling on the lip
of mis-fortunate birth...,
in the cataract of
a fine hat
on a fat
rebel.

my public spaces engineered
to come from the inside

the wastelands are beautiful

as you gawk
at the red
sun

a bead of red plasma,
flowing from an
open vein

in a mind shaft.

with a bad back
and no front.

but a lasting gasp....

Sep 2014

Mia Diederich

Untitled

You only ever call me when you're *****
But that's okay because I'm lonley

Sep 2014

betterdays

waterlove

there are times
my love,
when my heart,
is the greatest of oceans
at high tide.

and all that salted water,

is in love with you.

then,
there are times
my love,
when my heart is a
small puddle,
drying out, in the
summer's sun
after a storm of
thunder, lightning
and god's fury.

but still,
all that muddy water,

is in love with you.

and yes,
there are times
my love,
when my heart is a
babbling brook,
a slow moving river,
a languid lake....
rapids,
waterfalls,
eddy's,
delta's,
currents
and all those....
river driven,
metaphors.

and still,
all that water,
moving
fast, slow,
stagnant.

is in love with you.

and finally, my love
there are times....
when i am
a tall glass of water,
dew condensing,
on the rim.....
waiting,
longing,
desiring,
to be consumed, by you....