November 10, 2009 · Leave a Comment
i am so bloody tired
i’ve been lying here for years
trying to catch some shut eye
before my time is up and
i’m
back in the rear of the shop
he polishes my pupils once a month
thinking the glint will glare
something seductive to passerbys
something that will bring them in
in the meantime i
just want to wink at you
or you
i want to slap that pervert tin soldier
who’s been ogling my breasts
since he arrived in his box
some time around last fall
please sit me up
or roll me over
there are so many things to tell
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under sheets
November 7, 2009 · 1 Comment

under sheets should i
perspire perhaps
pleading plumbing
perhapsing
per hap sing –
- a dreary nomad’s tale traipsing
trespassing
talking
of the dark morn when the ceiling of the sky split
and the sun broke, yellow and runny
a yoke that spilt over my eyes and through my hair
and past our toes into the earthwe couldn’t see one another through the albumen
is this the story that’s sleeping
under sheets?
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