school of hard knocks & street smarts

Love can soothe the most terrible beast
   in me or miles away,
     it is the God of a thousand names

             listening still as frozen water
      not called upon—

               blurred in my back pocket
       with your likeness

     what can I say other than this
           your wayward companion
     years in a desperate making
             in competition with your excellence

       I fear to show


a girl cries in the shower

I’m watching tours of houses I’ll never own because paper money doesn’t gather fast enough to windfall on my porch & this one just happens to rest its head in the Waldorf Astoria in Versailles

       where marble & elegance combine collide and resign

in the same breath I am a toe-beaned hellcat & the lioness stalking your children behind glass

Buying soap bars to keep my hands clean
      so I won’t get discarded

         even if the trash
     is exactly where I belong

     I watch a lot of police interrogation
        & the thing which puts me off the most
    besides the awful crime
        is swearing to God you never did it

          you should know I’m predisposed to disappointment
             I am guilty as charged
                 soughing near the sea


a lie has no legs like the economy

You never know who comes from poverty,
  but dresses nicely,
     & lives the social experiment
                  of being rich
           for our entertainment

        authority is a costume
              save when there’s accessories
      you won’t hit harder
             than a gavel

                         what is the difference
              between socialite
                       & peasant
                                  trick question




go right in

You’re been left on read placed on hold ingesting elevator music while you
          please hold

                   ____ is typing…
                   Thank you for your patience it’s reticent that’s why I’m doing this you want in & I want to permit but I’m afraid of what happens after there’s only so much room

               please hold


                    You’ve been a long time coming we’ve saved your appointment. Its just like you to be right on cue. You can go right in. The doctor will see you
       I will see you


long story short

I already feel too close to be
   so goddamn far
            I hope this isn’t the end
      of second by second
   I hope you’re paying attention
        because this is how it happens

      You are a weapon & I have you
                           you’re smoking

                   this is how you orbit
                       I swear I’m your

                   following you around the sun


can you come outside and play?

There is such a stall in the moments befor3 I hit post I’d swear it’s not a part of realityTM it feels too deja vu
    people tend to like when I can go on and on and on like their favorite song until the CD skips and they have to investigate
         & my intention isn’t to take advantage
of your hospitality I’m just a free spirit in a global prison system don’t be mad @ me for pointing out my inmate number
             You’d think it’d be my birth date but really it’s confidential I bet you know yours I bet its tattooed on your brain
           I can’t help if you’re a walking psychology report
        [ ssn: XXX-XXX-XXXX
               your mind filled in the blanks ]
        For me every X is either a void
                             or they left
       I don’t like making this too personal but I have nowhere to put the pain
           maybe the fact is
              I want you to see

                 call me the exhibitionist
                              then call me a doctor


stick to the script

My childhood was blurry like Bigfoot, Mitch Hedberg & I’ve blocked out about ninety percent
      [congratulations for showing up
                               you’re late
      we started eating without you so
               get a plate

I love a good awkward family
           dinner skating by just try to keep up
      with the Joneses not realizing
    your life is a fucking comic strip

                 [how unglamorous]

            flipping through a blank calendar
    eleven year old suspicious

           when do wecutwhendowe
           CUT TO:


a clichéd trope

Hope I didn’t keep you waiting I was making myself more comfortable God knows I can’t get enough time alone how pseudodox my childhood was a one little girl lockbox I swear Ragnarok is my favorite season
        [ it makes my intense fear make sense
               I disassociate to survive
                   is that past tense
                      or future wise ]

   There are many dead horses in my stable
        I led them to copious rivers &
          found I forced them to drink
since                      I didn’t want to fail & now I stalk NPCs around open world games just to make pretend friends no different than the ones I made when I was young but I still can’t give adequate chase when they run


don’t interfere it’s unbecoming

I’m feeling strange like Prometheus
    ample winged like the eagle
        so fucking precise
            it’s not wise to tame it

      what if I never gave you fire
   then would we be sitting in the dark
         grumbling over raw food
              & rotten fruit

                         I think it’s more relaxing
             to see the truth since
              it’s almost like we’re living a dream
                       we haven’t dreamt yet



my blood, I can’t stand your pain
   the devastation is category five
       & every wall is broken

         take good care of my bleeding heart
          water it incessantly
                  it is the only thing of value

                             I have to give