I spent my father's cruelty upon that poor dog.
   Every night of my life I feared what I did.
   I spared my children for awhile but abandoned
   them in the end as I was swept up in madness
   and delivered to Boston. The land of Oz. It had
   computer wizards and shrinks with ******.
   I kept my mind intact with drugs, *****, ***
   and guardian angels with curly hair and
   warm places within their hearts and souls.
   They helped me find my way back home again.

Put your heart in the auction.
Bids for her pounds of meat,
one holds back, his royal caution
until he counts your heartbeat,
feels your honest ****** heat.
Swears to his god to never cheat.
You found true love now complete.

In fields of high grass we ****** like
  lovers in the springtime of our lives.
  We're gray and wrinkled and shy with
  our ******, not like we used to be.
  We were beauties to be drawn naked.
  Sketches mock us. We eat cake in bed
  without shame and laugh at body noise.
  We snore and try again in morning.

I'll give you food
I'll give you water
I'll share my bed
you steal covers
I shiver at night
you snore and
gift silent farts
walk you drunk
pick up your ****
married my dog.

Huge golden retriever runt of litter
chasing ***** just not his thing.
He chases squirrels they disappear
in terror of the conquering king.

I'm a clown burned in fires
most days I don't know me
scarred in midnight desires
I stare in a mirror to see
who I was before the liars
bent my image what to be.

I love Love's Flame. I don't understand
where the fierce heat of her beginning
goes over time. I do my best to love
in Love's ashes. I dig for our lust.
I find spent love and empty hearts
yearning for another forest fire.

The warrior stood tall
against a pock marked wall
rifles **** fuse on a clock
no more tick or tock
blindfold and cigarette
entry to death's regret.

Bless me, Father
for I have sinned.
I had *** with a nun
tasted priests' ***
took god's name
in some kind of vain.
Lied to mom and dad
was just kinda  bad.

Waltham, Massachusetts.
First Data was my miracle.
My second coming.
A chance to get it right.
Don't nail me to a cross.
I always rise from the dead.

I brought a book
and flowers for you
and a fragile heart
hoped that I would do.

57 years we are still
climbing our journey
up what's left hill
I always hope to be.

I'll bring my wounded heart.
I know you'll bring yours.
We're both old soldiers
been through many tours.

Kiss me like there's no tomorrow
hold my hand like yesterday
dance with me on time we borrow
with life's memories to replay.

Kids say swear words,
  smell sweet girl hair
  I never knew before.
  Susan Tucker was my
  first confusing kiss
  loved forever more.

I've been young among the tall summer grass
and swimming in ponds with best friends and
learning swear words and feeling something
while near girls that caught my attention.
Susan Tucker was the first confusing kiss.
I felt like I never felt before. Kiss me again
and again until I say stop. Then I'm ready
for new lips and a lifetime of lust's sin.

We danced awkward
edge of youth's desire
two tiered nature bird
stole first kiss in the fire.

I say swear words,
  smell sweet girl hair
  I never knew before.
  Susan Tucker was my
  first confusing kiss
  loved forever more.

First love hasn't felt jealously or
shouting or anger or possessive rage.
It's in a vacuum, alone, rare, yet to be
buffeted by rough seas and bruised
lovers with attitude. It's naive and a
thing of true beauty.
It belongs in a museum, unsoiled,
protected in a glass case.

First love hasn't felt jealously or
shouting or anger or possessive rage.
It's in a vacuum, alone, rare, yet to be
buffeted by rough seas and bruised
lovers with attitude. It's naive and a
thing of true beauty.
It belongs in a museum, unsoiled,
protected in a glass case.

In summer's tall green grass
  we planned our picnic hidden
  from God's all seeing eye
  to hide our secret forbidden
  we gave our virginity away
  as one at the altar of blood
  radio troubadour serenaded
  our marriage baptized flood.

Every poet has written a first
poem they'd rather never mind.
No one springs from mother's
womb Yeats or Eliot or Frost in
full bloom. Broke hearts come
before broke dreams come
before broke psyche. Write
my first birthday card again.

Inside my frailty
I felt your cruelty.
I found my *****
in your claws
endless lies
in your eyes
made you blind
could not find
kindness but I
learned to fly.

Inside my frailty
I took your cruelty
I found my *****
in your claws
endless lies
in your eyes
made you blind
could not find
kindness but I
learned to fly.

I will write my first song
play guitar chords along
sing it to myself with beer
in fogged bathroom mirror.

I found a magazine
left lonely in a field.
I was 13, what I'd seen
set me free. I was healed.

I write poems like I fish.
Wrap words around hooks
and drop them in waters
hoping for hungry looks
from bug eyed poets
willing to strike
for a chance to eat
they give me a like.

I finally forgot how to breathe
I've lived in a vacuum so long.
I drown in an ocean full of life,
surface days later in this song.
We confess our serial betrayals
acting like lovers forgiving
turn our black souls outward
continue to act out our living.

My world is on fire.
I can't quench my desire.
Vows burn down
scarecrows frown
fields in flames
each side blames
the other one
for what is done
spring we till earth
fields born a rebirth.

We have a type. We are mad as hatters
but crazy in love. Yin yang.
We burst into flames at happy hour
screaming about nothing anyway.
We swallow the fire and break the bed
and wake entwined in noon's mad sun.

I've lived rough and troubled
with flask and pen in hands
writing songs for the rest of us
dancing to rowdy bar bands.
Fall in love on Monday night.
Tuesday in our broken bed
Wednesday buy a ring for you
Thursday by George we are wed.

Scammed as I could be
you picked my pocket
while you set me free
exploded my rocket.

Whenever you think of me
I'm just lost flawed beauty.
We were always meant to be
madness always set me free.

Written by Phoebe Waller

    I would say ****** into liquidation.
    and I ****** up my family
    and I ****** my friend
    by ******* her boyfriend
    and sometimes I wish I didn't
    even know that ******* existed
    and that I know that my body
    as it is now really is the only
    thing I have left, and when that
    gets old and unfuckable,
    I may as well just **** it.
    And somehow there isn't
    anything worse than someone
    who doesn't want to **** me.
    I **** everything. Except for
    when I was in your office.
    I really wasn't trying to have ***.
    Either everyone feels like this
    a little bit, and they're just not
    talking about it, or I'm completely
    ******* alone. Which isn't ******* funny.

I've been drinking
since the river took
her from my arms.
I hold despair as
my lover now.

The devil checks hell's manifest
every day looking for my name.
The mortal sins never confessed,
unrepentant sins of my shame.

God keeps me unto Himself.
He knows my romantic heart,
My ideals are always top shelf.
Put the horse before the cart.

Spin the wheel and make a bet
where do you land on roulette?
On top you eat Filet Mignon
bottom maggots feast at dawn.

Footnote:
an ancillary piece of information
printed at the bottom of a page.

I've always been a footnote. Never
a title or chapter or paragraph.
I'm diminished and dispelled, an
afterthought after all. Forgotten.
Dead my whole life. Invisible.
Ghost among the living after all.
I'm the one dressed in black with
weapons so you see me and forget.

I'll be a footnote in macabre history
the school shooter at Columbine.
Still never remembered because
footnotes are never really seen.

Always the sweetest taste of all.
First French kiss and touch a bra.
You tamed my snake with your kiss.
I tasted your secret garden's bliss.

Betrayed by our evil lords
invaded by foreign hordes
in Cady Lake neighborhood.
We did best that we could.
The gun safes all unlocked.
Shotgun and whiskey cocked.
Armed to the teeth we wait
to finally learn our fate.

Gone like death's shadow
  she disappeared in the night
  stole my heart when I went
  for a ****. Love's in flight.
  I don't care. She was plain
  like a corn stalk. It's late.
  I'll stop by the **** store,
  foreplay, home, *******.

I love Love's Flame. I don't understand
where the fierce heat of her beginning
goes over time. I do my best to love
in Love's ashes. I dig for our lust.
I find spent love and empty hearts
yearning for another forest fire.

Round here we bark like lions
fix ourselves when we're broken.
I need a kind touch and calm voice
and laughter and throw ***** and
a treat and let me stick my head
out the car window on our way
to the dog park. I will be your
forever best friend forever!

I am your creator. Forgive me.
  I grew you from a ***** and egg
  and delivered you into a place
  you never know and always fear
  unhappy with your reflected face
  I'm sorry for creating a mirror.
  I'm sorry for your doubt
  prayers of hope for favors
  unsure what that's about
  I never made you any saviors.

I fear me more than all the evil in the world.
   Maybe it's time to let the old times die.
   The poets can't make anything rhyme tonight.
   It seems futile for my old soul to even try.
   Was I forged in Hell's furnace? Am I Satan's
   spawn? Am I just sick to death of being Catholic?

My compass has no true north.
I try to find my way back home.
I end in places without the pain.
I keep trying so don't blame me.
I call once a year and send cards on
holidays so you know that I care.

I offer my feeding tube,
unintelligable prophet
welcome the **** ****
better than just the spit.

I broke the fragile promises
that you could never keep.

Give me our broke vets
under bridges in tents.
I give them all money
for a cheap pint of honey.
Thanks for your service.
July 4th makes you nervous
1812 Overture torn apart
from bottom of your heart.

My lover's letters yellow
from decades gone by.
I read them and stain
sacred words with tears.
Tonight I sleep alone
with your ghost near me.

Not a ******* thing matters.
We're molecules and atoms and
puppets of some god or other.
I feel the strings on my body
pulling me this way and that.
I'm a chemical monster and
biological Frankenstein who
wants love but loses it through
fingers like mercury as you
burn us in funeral pyres.