driven
face
down
into the
bed
into the
pillow
hands out
squeezing the
sheets for
all dear
life---
she didn’t
plan on
this &
yet this is
what
happened &
what could
driven
face
down
into the
bed
into the
pillow
hands out
squeezing the
sheets for
all dear
life---
she didn’t
plan on
this &
yet this is
what
happened &
what could
finds herself stuck
because the money she was
supposed to get from the
Feds,
didn’t turn out the way that she
had
planned
(she’d forgotten about that loan
she took out years ago
wish Hitch could’ve been alive
to watch joey fall,
to see a “pope” of all the
catholic little boy rapists,
dismiss himself from the
situation,
prior to taking any responsibility
Some academics think that all the stages that Western nations have experienced need to be reexperienced by Asian countries.
I suppose, in one way, it does make me a racist.
My mom is in the hospital and she's very ill.
I hope that God steps in and helps her to heal.
She's in critical condition, one of her legs had to be amputated.
she found the best pair of shoes,
she found the best pair of kicks,
she found a shirt that matched the both of
em’ &
she was just
ecstatic,
to say the least---
but somewhere along the way,
from the first light that glows upon
the single stool, glass filled with the
comedian’s drink of choice, all
set next to one mic alone,
there is nothing but anticipation in
the room,
hollowed out somewhere along the line,
sitting on the shelf, waiting for the promised
glory,
every bit of style designed by others pushing
them like the most savage drug on the
A poem of memories about or taking place durring the four seasons.
aroused by the wet look
how she stepped slinky into the
water with tight jeans & a
tank,
found his way in close but
could not touch---
watched from afar like a stalker in
the movies,
now i lay me down to sleep,
knowing that no one/nothing watches over me
&
if i die before my loans are paid,
i
win.
oh how they don’t like it when one of their own
turns on them,
oh how they don’t like it when he gets a gun---
oh how easily they lie when their lies are exposed &
now Mr. Dorner is dead,
he: “you know, i was looking on Amazon at lingerie &
i saw those chemises that you were talking about…satin & clingy.”
she: “form fitting?”
he: “oh yes.”
when the pressure at work gets to be too much,
s/he works on ways to leave---
this is not to say that s/he plans on
quitting,
but rather, that there is a way to depart from the
scene,
he fell in love with a screen actress---
wasn’t when he was younger,
when horny lads will be horny lads,
when fucking anyone who walks is the
24/7, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year,
obligatory
the eyes of a child see what
is happening &
they know it’s not good---
they see the facial expressions
of the loved ones round them,
stressed out & angry,
saddened & depressed,
those who have money,
bubbling in the belly of the beast,
make it their point to inform the
rest of us,
that if we haven’t started putting
money away for our “retirement,”
all for the sake of
white powder,
s/he risks it all, daily,
knowing that had s/he
been born a few years earlier,
that s/he’d have been
luckier,
that s/he’d have been able to
why
on earth
would anyone want to “come back”
to this
fucking
place?
one should consider themselves
lucky
to be over & done with the
mistake of their parents,
that accidental moment