Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Ideas (I'm in love)

I am in love
with an idea.
That one day
I will find you.
After a thousand years
I will rise.
The space in this void
will eat itself
and I will be full.
Of what?
I don't know.
But these wounds
they speak to me.
They tell me
to be very still.
Girl you are walking
a thin thin line.
Kiss the boys
and make them cry.
I'm in love
with an idea.
Deny, deny, deny.....

-Written November 16th, 2011 (right now)

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

I was Raped....

I was raped
and fed to sharks
and hung out to dry,
twice in 1975.
The year of transaction and color installation.
So touch me where I'm not all there
and heal the wounds you're
responsible for.
Ice cream is cheaper in a cone
the feeling is coming straight
through the phone
and C.C is obsessed with me.
Can't escape
my black fate
and my cookies are
the best.

-Written 2001


Thursday, November 3, 2011

I'm a walking disease 2

She says I dress like a sexpot.
Rude, improper, unsatisfactory.
I have my father's habits.
Deadbeat, disaster, unsatisfactory.
My clothes are "passe"
and I'm mentally ill.
I have scars on my wrists
 and I went on the pill.
In the eyes of my mother,
unsatisfactory.
I'm a walking disease
so get down on your knees
and praise the ground I walk on.
I'm a walking disease
and it's burned in my brain
not much I can do,
I'm genetically insane.
The spawn of an alcoholic
and a freak.
Cursed from the moment I was conceived
and in the eyes of my mother.
A failure, a disgrace...
A walking disease.

-Written December 21st, 2006


Tuesday, November 1, 2011

I'm a walking disease.

The bottom of my feet are dirty.
Muddy, stinky, unsatisfactory.
The palms of my hands are sweaty.
Humid, rancid, unsatisfactory.
There's stains on my t-shirt,
a hole in one sock.
My shoelaces are broken
and my hair is in a knot.
In the eyes of my mother,
Unsatisfactory.
I'm a walking disease,
get down on your knees
and praise the ground I walk on.
I'm a walking disease,
a super slutty tease,
unless you say "Please"
But in the eyes of my mother,
A disgrace, a failure...
A walking disease.

-Written December 14th 2006