"chewable" poems
I wander along the stores
which make the pitch dark less scary
although you never know who may pop up
and that would not be Prince Charming
who can break through his spell
with my love, so that instantly
the shop window is a marriage bed
with sky blue curtains
and we get an enema because
of the spurning the chewable tablets
to let go of the past
and to seal our future
only dressed in a crown
with the red plug in his ****
and the green one in mine
The girls from my work
escort us to the bed
which we mount under applause
Their hands lay us down
and rub us up
for the grand finale
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 3:37 AM UTC
hi bloodline, blood warm, crush kisses
red as a dress
chewable dandelion
interstate of honeybunches and grinning stars
over night lily light
and forever thighs
spit shine your moon beam
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
you, soidal
like a wave that comes creeping
under my cages.
covers.
and the hairs in your ear. stand still enough so as not to get caught-
in empathy
under a reaming sleep.
i tricked you into going for a ride while the roads were still wet.
there, nothing left to do.
and i,
the lisping slit filled to a two fingered fist.
front feet dragging
across
the threads of a plastic
waterbottle mouth.
the
bullet passed through.
wetpennies.numb-deep in the lungs
the slippery film of a chewable vitamin still clinging under molars.
socks slipping down into the toes
the air swept aside into a new season, lips flared
a weekday in the back seat
and when i sweat
i check the threat
of thunder storms on my weather app.
and it calls out to us:
have an awesome day and a fabulous weekend
have an awesome day and a fabulous weekend
don'tfuckwithourhearts
don't let me down
hold on to it.
don't go believing in better things
and in and around the ocean, i need a fake friend
now
repeat it back to me.
fix all my mistakes.
**** me at the right time.
kick me in the skin cells
keep me.
itching at the skin
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
[February the twenty-seventh]
My hair is unwashed and here is blood in my spit.
There is *** on my shirt, requires care to notice.
I have a headache and took two chewable aspirin.
*My hand on my ****
Five, say, ten ******* salute!
Ready, Aim, Shoot!*
I played with a toothpick, pushed into my gums
whenever the professor looked quizzical.
I pick my nose whenever I'm sitting,
smeared where -I can, -it sticks.
I can feel bits of mud, gravel on scalp
between hairs. Been digging, you see.
Sand in the bed, too. Gets in on the feet.
Feels like ants. I walk in from the site.
I feel armless, a little regretful I started
writing this.
-Took vitamins
-Did reading
-Call parents
-Get sleep
When Carter woke up I hadn't even closed my eyes yet,
had'm locked dead on the grain woman on my screen,
hand beneath the blanket--But oh, how the sun came in.
Carter couldn't move at all. He was sitting on that one.
There.
I knew I was going to die that day, sometime,
did when I opened the shade and Rachmaninoff's
op. 14, №6 You Are Loved By All played. I didn't, now,
but I might have a kidney stone.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
I'm sick of bringing welcoming baskets to my brain-dead neighbors;
They reek of reoccurring favors and fading candle labor;
I mean...
It's to a point I fell asleep by the wishing well;
And woke up counting sheep frolicking piggies playing kiss and tell;
Debunking trumpets of cachet telekinesis;
I'm a hidden sinning villain with chewable junk as his personal Jesus;
Evade gratuitously from all kinds of communication;
Never wanted the attention, but I caught it's contamination;
And my face melted;
But kept a defunct smile just in case;
I need to worm through the dross and cut myself into the chase;
I'm a motley of misinterpreted mayhem;
A clothing shop for a wandering vagrant's cloudy stray phlegm;
Trying to comfort the uncomforted;
My life is just a Death Row inmate's last words with unwanted conjunctions;
But somehow through misery
I pride myself imageless and infinite;
Reeling in the years to blow that last smoke before the finish;
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
I follow myself around my flat,
feeding the time
my contemplations;
it’s already dark by 3 in the afternoon.
I carry my turmoil
with pins in my pockets,
i keep my hands inside.
Depression boils
all my frozen insides,
makes them bland
and chewable.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
I taught myself to feel pain before I knew what it was.
I felt the scars of the future like they were already burned into my skin.
I've felt the heaviness on my shoulders while it was still light.
She was the child who felt the stare of a billion eyes,
and she was the child lost in the crowd of her own mind.
She grew up with her mind but never realized it could turn against her,
as chewable vitamins turned to pills and warm milk turned to *****
Soaked faces and open wounds turned her into her own enemy,
as she thinks back to when she predicted her fears.
Every paranoia slips her into another trance of endless doubt,
as the life drains from her face and her thoughts drown in the sea.
She is the last note ever played on an out of tune piano,
and the first note to be played at her own funeral.
Sometimes,
happy endings don't happen to sad beginnings.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
You promised
Never
To hurt me
But
I knew
You would
Grind me up
Take me—
A chewable
Antidepressant
There for
Your joy
(God willing).
You said you
Never
Wanted
To love me
It was just
A Thing
That happened—
I was just
A Thing
That happened
(To you).
I
Always
Wanted
To love you
I worked
I cried
I made waves
Happen
I thought
It would be
Cruel
If they didn’t
(Work now).
I
Never
Loved you
But couldn’t
Let you
Know—
You didn’t
Deserve
The pain
(You caused).
You were
The one
In love
But still
The one
Who threw me
Away—
The most
Gorgeous
Thing
(In the Recycling bin).
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
If I rhyme,
Maybe you would find my words beautiful,
Finding something profoundly disturbing more chewable,
Washed down with wine and cuticle,
Your fingernails scraping down my throat
Don't.
I don't.
I don't need that ****
Maybe you would find my words beautiful.
But ugly and disjunct, sitting, freely thinking
I feel as though my train of thought has retrained it's tracks
Let's go to a place I don't want to go to.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC
Laying down thinking of how not to think
Of you
Your faint irritating smirk in a cold curve
What to do
Your chewable lips only if I could have
A few
Bites? Kisses? Is it too much to ask tell me then
How to
Step on my heart freeze my feelings become
Anew
These dark brown eyes so soft yet deep coffee
Cold brew
Dark eyes are dark with sadness, secrets yet i
See through
Your eyes are meant to sleep soundly baby ill be
The one to
Drink up your darkness, carve your scars on me
Stay true
Let's lose sanity together get drunk in each other
Let's undo
These borders that are barely fighting our heavy breathing
Then redo
This prayer, again and again in an endless dream
Turning to
Reality, it's our first dance the only way I've learned
To carry through
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC