I wanna scream
I wanna swear
Fuck the universe!
Fuck the whole damn world!
I feel like a bitch
I feel like a witch
Gonna cast my spell
And get my fix
Release my fury
All the goddammed shit
I feel like hitting the walls
I feel like pounding the floors
I feel like smashing the windows
And kicking down the fucking doors
I wanna scream until I'm hoarse
I want to send things flying
Today I'm so goddammed angry
I feel like I'm dying
Monday, January 25, 2016
Anger
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Timmies
The wind flows in a river of white around my feet. I brave the undertow that threatens to pull me down amongst alabaster waves that roar and froth and leave eddies in their wake. I barely make it to the stock square door before the winds make their last attempt to drag me under. I don't have to wait in line long, few would brave the winters storm, but for those few who call the brown box building home, a day like this is just another day.
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Patreon
Friday, January 15, 2016
Me And McGee
Me and McGee meet at the diner.
I order coffee, he orders water.
"So what's this about?" I ask him frankly.
"Oh it's nothing," he says, "Just want you to marry me."
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Anxious
I hate this wait
This burn this hate
When a friend is on the bend
And you are on the mend
And you wanna help her
Without opening your own old wounds
And they plead with beggars eys
For you to give the prize
He's the balm to heal her wounds
He's the dream that makes you swoon
Another date, or else a friend
The choice is easier
So your friend is on the mend
And you are on the bend
Bus
Gasping for breath.
Squeezing through walls of wool and synthetic fibres.
Flesh briefly touching mine.
Awful. Moments of eyes staring into mine.
A child squealing like a caged animal.
Sympathy and agony from me.
The doors open suddenly and we flow out onto the street, a grateful smiling laughing people.
Gasping for breath.
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Monkey See
Monkey see monkey do
Monkey steals your love from you
Speak and see and hear no evil,
Rob your heart a monkey will do
But a monkey isn't mean
Give his heart a monkey does to!
Monday, January 11, 2016
Too Many Friends
Friends are a wonderful thing. When they are there. When they are gone, sorrow, sorrow.
Here comes the sun!
Bright rays shine on me
Every color is golden
What beauty is mine!
Seasons Ungreetings
It is so damn cold I can feel my descendants shivering, my brain is on melt mode, my mind bears striking similarity to that Styrofoam tray of ground beef at the back of the freezer, my thought leak from my nostrils in a dribbling river of Elmer's glue, my ears ring in time with a nonexistent church bell foretelling the ominous mortality of my existence. The water freezes as it falls and becomes snow. If I stop for even a moment my soul may freeze with it.
Saving Time Haiku
Give me a dime sir
I will save you some time sir
Money wastes time sir