Fear what you will find.
Fear the canines and their terrible bark.
Fear them.
Fear the things that lurk in the dark.
Fear it.
Fear the victim's blood curdling cry.
Fear it all.
Fear the blood eagle body and the killer's eye.
Fear death.
For do you know
Where you go
After death?
And do you know
Truth from lies?
Or what it's like so
To lose your eyes?
What did you hear
About the unknown?
And why do you fear
Just being alone?
But why should you fear
Anything at all?
Fear makes you panic;
It makes you feel nervous.
You'll cringe at the sound of a breaking stick
Then you'll start feeling anxious.
So don't fear,
Fear nothing.
What they say, you don't hear.
False are some things
But in truth, they're also in your mind.

Us girlies in our
cots, our beds,
rise at the sound of the
morning gunshot.

half past 8, the blinds
bolted shut like
some sort of gilded
prison

put on these socks
now, o
rubbered and friction
you don't want
hepatitis
now.

the bell jangles, no
that must be the phone and
8 foxes of the den
stand in a
line.

phone home will
you, doktor calls with
your paper cup. run like
you're freed and
ceased.

lukewarm water, O
now is she on Lithium?
nine hundred. the
morning gunshot

fires into the
ceiling speakers,
ringing like the
salvation army.

petunia, warm aflutter
the wetness of the tongue
lingers through the lobes,
frontal

synapses like fire O
can I feel it?
hear me now.
heal me

now, sweet and soft
blooming. a full bush
the complete garden

honey and pollen O
Honey, I hear your call
busy bee you, reading
the news

Now is the time.

stab me in the
dark, my bowels
purple and slink
washing my dishes
in the kitchen
sink

humiliate, mandible and all
disgust me, now you've got
some real bile gall

spleen and liver
golden shiver

my toes curl at
the thought of you
cold blue hands,

delight askew
my cold cream
fingers, dipped in white

aroma of violets
ridden of blight
the fluid runs softly

burning and fume
I am naked and
starved, awfully
eschewed.

white albatross, these white
coats fluttering. only here
to fill up a paper cup--
now, go shower

the cold water stings
like hail on jupiter
I manage this.
O albatross

naked, abject,
look at this wretch
dose me and love me
with your wings spread

heal me now
with your sharp nose and
sleeked back hair
languid, cot, albatross.

a fox den of estrogen
sound the trumpets,
a grand fanfare,
I manage this.

yellowed and maroon
blood testing room
little *****
flutter your coats O

Albatross
lock the door
close the blinds
and step quietly, for

my blood boils
differently than you,
I hunch like a vulture,
ceased, no prey

O, albatross

"Love"*
One word
Two meanings
Physical
Or psychological
Feeling
Or action
Not a thing
You can grab
Happiness
Or pain
Lonely
Or together
That is
What it's all about...

A ***** drills inside my core
It nags, graps, pans, the hands
They knot in spins and twists

My crux left at the river side
Breathing,gasping fast, faster
Body out in the open rawness

Persisting resistance of the force
An outward shield winning
Winged left,right, up, down

Another day, a greater pace
A passive taste, ranting in haste
In bricks *****, all I taste is hate

All walking in dead silence
Heads shouting with dreams
A roll of sweet and sour sate

Echoes of taxes and budgets
How will they evolve us?
Snatching more from pockets

The rockets burst to mock us
Pulling our all to fund them
Nuclear bombs creating tombs

Distribution of lies and wars
Missiles disposing as lyrics
An objectification of reason

Figure brushes on magazines
Incisions of bits and **** hoots
To boost of the hot posed ***

No truth is scaffolded as real
A psychological brainwash
Pollutes and limits indefinately

Squeeze my hands and pinch my cheeks
Walk me to the bus stop and take me to the park
Lets watch some movies and visit the creek
Lets talk until the sky is dark

Oh, Mommy, please don't raise your voice
Please don't say those words
Do you really think my character is ugly?
Do you really think my mind is absurd?

Oh, Mommy, please don't say I'm useless
Please give me a hug
Please don't send me to that stranger
and please don't throw our mugs

Hey, Mom, come
Listen to my teachers
the way they sing my song
listen to them brag about me
on and on and on

I'm so sorry, Mother
Do these A's need be higher?
Do I need to cower harder
Convince the world that you are not a liar?

Tell them I'm a bad girl
that I don't deserve your love?
Convince them I'm a hellchild
Or need it be more than that above?

Will then you take my hand and squeeze my cheeks?
Can we go to the park and visit the creek?
Can you walk me to the bus stop and talk all night long
Can we watch movies and pretend you didn't do anything wrong?

Sixteen songs have passed
And sixteen separate landscapes to wipe your hands with
And as I dream at night do I consider it
That a part of this doing is my half

Sixteen songs later
Sixteen quiet throats, yet I keep my mouth shut
And I shamelessly enjoy the gifts you give me
When we go to bed before I dream

Our love is in latin, it won’t last

Sixteen exhilarating chases, games, ever-expanding radii
Like irises on a road map, we flower through the countryside
We are an aneurism, we yell at walls, and we laugh
Sixteen family tree autographs

Sixteen sad songs, suicides, sixteen songs you keep on tape
Their last words bent into screams like pictures on TV
My dreams have become my trial
Seventeen’s my last