The children still believe that Frodo sailed off to New Haven ( Read more... )

You are my tether;
You, the solitary line of entwined rope
Holding me fast to the back porch

Every other city circles me like an animal
Every possibility eyes me like prey
And I sit here tied down

And you say, “I’ll die when you leave”

And all the states turn to red, as far as I can see

I only wanted a child ( Read more... )

oh god my child is stillborn ( Read more... )

You’re the beautiful end to a sad beginning ( Read more... )

I made your face from eyeliner, mascara, ballpoint pens and lipstick
If anyone wouldn’t mind being cast in cosmetics, it’d be you
And I had to thank you for showing me my mouth the hole to stick my fingers in
When I’m lying on the floor without the faintest what to do

let’s
stay late
forget to pray
love to hate
be sad be gay
and never gain weight
get laid

let’s
have fun
die young
play guns
hold back and
do things wrong
fall down

we’ll
stay awake
until we’re late
forsake
at any rate
if we’re fake
it’s a shame

let’s
press pedal
go meddle
count petals
heavy metal
and when it’s said I’ll
be better

The kids all tumble out of the car
To the electric light show
To see your superhero idol on fire
What luck, what beautiful chance,
That miracles ride in on pounding bass
Only three hours away from their home
He’s six-foot at least, they promise
And at least twice as gay as you
Just half as gay as me
And for a dollar you can even taste him

It’s short and wild ( Read more... )

I am still obsessed with sex;
The fat pearls of rainwater rolling across the car window
Conjure the idea of poison sperms racing to hell.
And I am still here while your memory slides up my legs
And ashamedly slips out my nose and mouth.
I am a vessel for sin, baptized in virgin oil and lonely creams.