Poet Introduction "But on second thought, I didn't have anything to say. Besides, I have to admit that whatever interest you can get people to take in you doesn't last very long." - Albert Camus' "The Stranger"
My words are poison So I swallow them Dissonance down the esophagus Death Drowning Dreaming Rattling my soul about this empty shell Plastered legs, empty bottles Remind me of those comforts The warm bath, the ovarian lights, the sweet surrender of sleep The silent misery The taste of isopropyl alcohol that chases each glass And mingles with the dissonance Slows my consciousness clears my vision Slouched against the hub-cap outside coffee shop Watching evaporating shadows
Born (full) terminally unique I left my mark on my mother C – Section Scars Beneath those Sea Cups You know so very well Suits me just fine For now I have a porpoise And I don’t want to lose it But yule have too In order to keep it Catch n’ release Thar be a fish in that cup Turn the Page
Into a Knight S(word) drawn High No More Clean & Sober Glub Glub Happiness bubbles to the sur(face) Evaporates into a Pink Cloud Where the other shoe never drops Baby Booties Baby Steps ...
Spade’s a spade And mine’s an ace Dealt from a hand Of many sexual Preferences Or lack there of
Grew up straight And narrow till Childhood planted The seed of a strange Fruit, but it didn’t take Long for me to cry bi Cause what other Card could I play
Then they called my hand And I had to assess what Got me off and I came Up short; the opportunity Had been there but I Chose to remain a virgin Doesn’t make me special Just clarifies the fact that Spade’s a spade And...