I didn't
realize this fruit had fangs
until I bit in and swallowed.
I guess they're technically prickly spines
carved out of someone else's brain.
The x ray tech told me my veins were okay
but they only checked one part of my body.
until I bit in and swallowed.
I guess they're technically prickly spines
carved out of someone else's brain.
The x ray tech told me my veins were okay
but they only checked one part of my body.
I mean I
can't even organize my own photos,
so let's not talk about the insides
of my screwed up head trying to coalesce
with the insides of someone else's.
Plus which your head can just fuck itself
if you're going to make fun of my other friends.
so let's not talk about the insides
of my screwed up head trying to coalesce
with the insides of someone else's.
Plus which your head can just fuck itself
if you're going to make fun of my other friends.
The Me Too
Movement left me on the sidelines
somewhere
between Hell and High-water.
And I’m
not okay with that because I have a story
even
though I choose not to tell it unless the lights
are out
and I’m wearing my favorite pair of jammies.
There’s
something to be said for discretionary spending.
I’m so
tired of taking the higher ground and listening
to my
better angels.
The better
devils inside of me are kicking up a tumbleweed
tsunami
and refuse to settle for their own Broadway musical.
I’ve
listened long enough to the voices inside my head
and am
pretty sure they don’t have my best interest at heart.
Sometimes I think pinking shears live
inside my body
and I want to pull them out and cut
off some of you guy's dicks.
Sometimes
I think there's a lawnmower living inside my body
and I want
to yank it out and roll over someone's eggplant shaped head.
In my
dream a doll house is filled with tiny chainsaws aiming towards doll eyes.
In my
nightmare I am the doll house filled with tiny dolls with chainsaws for mouths.
Juliet Cook & Charles Cicirella
10/27/18
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