What if...
        An elephant got
        caught in the rain.
        And started to melt
        Like a candy cane.
        Until nothing was left
        But an elephant-sized stain.

Now, what the hell has just happened to me?!,
I went to sleep and felt quite human,
Alarm goes off, opened my eyes to see,
Two mounds where my little chest should be.

My ****** armpits have just sprouted some fuzz,
There's some hair where my lady garden was,
My beautiful blonde hair is all goopy and limp,
And my face has a likeness to a spotty chimp.

When i went to bed last night, i loved my dear mother,
Now, the thought of a cuddle makes me run and take cover,
Ant lanky Jimmy Owens used to repulse me, no end,
But now all i want is to be his girlfriend?!,


I suppose i will need to start wearing a bra,
And i'll have to smile through the taunts from grandma,
And my father will watch every move that i make,
And i'll have to conform, for my sanity's sake.

Well, tonight, when i lay down my spotty wee head,
I'll lie here and wait for the morning, with dread,
All these transformations, all yuk and all grease,
O lord, will i make it through in one piece?!.

c eileen mcgreevy 2009

so how's the whiteness of your eyes
i wonder if i'm still surprising you
and if i still imagine flights
of objects that you threw

is the red a sign of water
or maybe it's the lack of sleep
your aim thank god it falters
but still i crumble in defeat

i never thought this whiteness
has anything to do with you
sadly, no amount of colour blindness
can deny your eyes of blue

Shoplifting tragedy is a fine art that I have perfected.
Dancing around to the tune of
Someone else’s funeral procession.
To the monkey without its mother, crying,
I wear its tears like a silk blouse,
Now, I have reasons, for being so lonely.
I am not so crazy after all.
Justifications are my diamonds,
Rings, bracelets, and earrings.
Now to a preacher reading Psalms,
Grabbing hold of my ears,
Directing them towards
The daughter, her father lost to cancer.
I now have a new winter coat, of the finest wool.
I was getting pretty cold with myself,
Frostbitten with my own thoughts.

i want you to come home.
i sit,
drunk and drinking,
******* the last hit off of cigs you smoked
days ago...

i want you to come home.

but you are miles away,
flashing that grin
at the girls who were always
conisdered your type.

painted bubbly bright blond
rays of sunshine that  just can't wait to
tell you of their highschool cheerleading years...

i want you to come home.

but your out
buying drinks and promising to save a dance
or two.

and it's ok with me cause i have
books that need reading
and games that need playing...

you say not to worry cause in the end
you always come home.
i try and ignore the purfume thats not mine
and the numbers you kept for a laugh.

i should have known better
loving you as hard as i do...
how could i last?

i was on the yearbook staff in highschool.

There's a spider singing from it's web
above in the corner of the window
and I hear it's voice as the tide does ebb
and smile at the casual words that flow.

Come find me in the spring, it says
by the land of lemonade and honey
where the sleeping and eating is plenty.

Come find me there by the duck pond,
where the grass dips its hot tendrils
and honeysuckle and cactus flowers meet
to talk of how the wind blows.

Come find me by the willow tree
split in twain one autumn day
where the Owl makes his roomy nest
in the dark, there, I like it best.

And I smile, for I know the song
from years and years ago
and though I'd like to sing along
I've forgotten how it goes.