Oh, how we strut about the world
We, the civilized population
Unsatisfied until we've unfurled
Blankets of our cultivation

How proud we are of the machines
That gauge and plunder the earths crust
To farm by artificial means
Deemed by the "uncivilized" as unjust

The "uncivilized", those wayward tribes
That naively worship this blue globe
Need alcohol and such like prescribed
To adjust malfunctioning temporal lobes

Can they not observe our contentment
And our superior living standard
They squat and rant with some resentment
We are progressive, they have meandered

I wonder when those of tribal birth
Will mature and see we've got it right
And that their unkempt patch of earth
Will make a fine farm or building site

Or better still, once they're packing
Up their dwellings and  possessions
We can begin some civilised fracking
With our governmental concessions

That's what separates us from them
I hope you have now realised
It is a government controlled by business
That makes us so very civilized

it’s when i’m sleeping that the wind curls my hair into sporadic gold knots

as though my body is asking for someone to latch onto

when someone is worth latching onto

they throw sea salt into my lungs until i’m drowning

my knots turn into nests

before i know it i’ve got birds living in my head

singing sweet songs about flooding in the neighborhood



i’m a good girl

i was taught not to wake the neighbors

even when a boy has his wrists around my throat



every girl has learned to balance the act of being good in the daylight,

pure and sweet, you must cover your mouths when laughing at jokes

while a bad girl wearing black carelessly knocks on your door at midnight



i let the sun shine out of my mouth until you’re uncomfortable, blinded

drenching you in sentences, compliments

i’ll give you a ******* sunburn, even late at night



i am a hurricane

and when everything is still, the storm has not passed

no, you’ve entered my eye

and that’s when i’ll breathe my sorry goodbye



you haven’t left me yet, but you will

not because i ruined everything you ever loved

but you realize a girl like me exists



when i’m done with you

you’ll wish you had evacuated like the news advised

boarding up your windows and getting the hell out of town

you’ll sigh along with me, and pretend you’re not scared

the sun will rise, you’ll leave messy hair in knots

dying to latch onto something

wishing you could name hurricanes in november

It's
A
Disaster
You
And
Me.

274 Etceteras
left behind orphans, moms, widows et cetera
who cares et cetera what their names are?
for they're Heroes indeed, Martyrs now et cetera.
**** happens et cetera, "it's common". Why surprised?
I'll give you some examples; China, England et cetera
That's the way the cookie crumbles.
Hope you're safe and sound et cetera
in your warm, cozy et cetera house.
WE et cetera are used to cold stones and mines.
though not stone-cold hearts.



mosquitoism

I can feel my eyes grow dull
With every pain I see.
******,
Heartbreak,
Lies.
They wound the heart and
Change the mind.
Every decision,
Every choice people around us make
Effect the blind world each of us
Partake in everyday of our lives.
Change is a constant.
More is the focus.
Better are the drugs that eat at our centers
Bigger are the lies of normal.
The heart is now a science experiment:
How can we change the way
People think about
Themselves?
Others?
Death?
******?
Marriage?
****?
I mean, don't we watch it for
Entertainment?
Do we engage in it on
Weekends?
Is it actually something that matters?
People watch it,
They laugh at the pain,
The heartbreak,
The bloodshed.
How is genocide,
War,
Divorce funny?
There is no respect given
To people who stand up to
The blind world of today.
Because it is blind,
It can't see the difference between
Humor and disaster.