Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
It is excruciatingly painful to be self-aware – to know your own flaws to the see the morbid direction in which you are willingly walking to be a slave to old, destructive habits. It’s almost like I am a corpse, you would have to be a moldy, mourning cadaver to Read more
sick of this shit, white men and their bible blather, pathetic tough talk, grinning chins lifted as if they float above the scum they swim in. I am a mother listening to mournful sobs of a thousand children and more with bellies empty, these babies, their cries of pain and Read more
Perhaps I should at the breast but she bites behaves badly she preys a pretty pot I bought her a shrine a sanctum filled it with with god’s golden earth I prayed a reluctant mother I adopted her loved her feared her saved her my cats wanted to eat her Read more
Tick tock The hands on a clock Move slower for the worker For the female Who gets paid lower Wages upon checkbook pages I spend all my time Just to earn a 9 pennies and Two dimes Less than the average man Women Shouldn’t have to carry brass knuckles And Read more
Night blossom, hawkish, witchy wiles, lovechild in lightning with a pedophile. My Cue, best book, biography. By art beguiled, betrothed to Clare Quilty — dress black, ink blue. Lolita vacation kaleidoscope of butterflies. Whim winged gleams, collector’s eyes. 12 year old on index cards. Captured clippings, American bard, true predator. Read more
I became a poet the night I didn’t die that long fuckin night smothered guilt suffocated shame unaccountable years pills and dead prayers Hollywood broken neon bulbs a lost darling sinning a beggar faux reality loved everyone hated everything a fallen angel ripped jeans a tarnished borrowed halo diseased dreams Read more
Youth is you, O brother mine. Golden clock hands choose Angles, acute/obtuse Considering the dial, as does your smile. Sometimes it’s ten:fifty, or conversely, four:forty six in your face-plain the granite, too awaits a turn to be chiseled. I swore before I’d never leave this shanty Never would consider the Read more
Take your fistful of misery hypnotize the crowd with your fake smoke half-truths lava tears poetic disputes pose on your marble staircase retell your old story bore us with news talks and deaths of all the things we don’t care about. People like you make being alone a blessing. Photo Read more