Nicole Kidman

 Sometimes...
it's alright
you'll talk to your self,
so what? At least you'll never feel
           too alone,

     like being left in a corner
     nothing to do but let loose
           that noir gaze
                 (empty and everclear)
           cold turked the nicotine
                 now there's nothing
           as interesting as being lost within
                 this existential void
                       swirling darkly
                 like a ball of lint
                       the audience
                 in this fucking corner
                       bearing witness
                 to those fucking shenanigans
                       

                       out there, some where
                 only wearing under wear
                             awkward, naked
                       but ok with it all
                             just a moment
                             being honest with
                                   what we call home
                       what ever shelter that completely blocks
                             the rain, with the softest bedding for those
                                   curves that I continuously compliment
                                         but to no avail, you think
                                               I'm calling you fat

                       
                 So now it's back to the corner
                       what ever, I am easy
                             be silly and sassy
                       all hot sauce and cheese
                             while I am all tired
                                   exhausted from staring
                                         into the dark
                                   with dusty eyes, tried to cry
                             with these all to familiar problems
                                   repeating, but weakening
                       (wayy too fucking boring)
                 the mundane is what makes this sad
                       like dust suspended
                       in Sun ray, through glass

                             "Oh look,
                       I wonder if anyone else notices
                             this too..."(The thought I had
                             before I closed the curtain
                                   to take a nap)

                             A few hours before work
                                   a cup of coffee, $1.95
                             one or two a day, trying to be tame
                                   in this mundane cycle,
                             going in and out until the day
                                         I go absolute ape shit
                                   mile long lines of coke
                             leading me by nostril to public porcelain
                                               toilet bowls
                                   as the stalls vibrate to some butter finger
                                         which dropped the bass outside
                                               out there
                                         among that fucking sea of all those
                                               people who just don't
                                         fucking care, as they dare
                                   try to act normal when there is clearly
                                               a pile of horse shit
                                         lying in the center of the dance floor
                                               idle and dormant, smelling terrible
                                         yet we all just dance around it
                                               "Pay no attention, make it feel
                                         awkward and hopefully it will decide to
                                               go away"

                 I guess we're just make believe, play pretend
                       plastic figurines, blaming our flaws
                             on the assembly line, on our
                                   manufacturers
                             paying the less prettier penny
                                         just to have a product;
                                         us

                       Genetically modified, built to last
                             nuclear tested and injected
                                   with steroids, viagra,
                                         what ever
                 an apathetic husk filled with supplemental ingrediants
                       to make some proper functioning Human being
                             so sociable and witty and clever
                       with those
                       "at the end of the lunch line"
                                   punch lines, perfectly timed
                             and executed with the ease of an accurately sniped
                                   bullet, all cupid, aimed at the heart
                             piercing the chest and shredding, in all directions
                                   from the inside just bleeding
                             dramatizing this pain into the form of something
                                   grandiose like a suicidal romance
                             where flowers wilt and butterflies just die
                                   like some tragic drug addiction
                                         where arteries thin
                                   and clog with the nonsense
                                         of what we wish was
                                               true love

                             Yet sometimes I am too tired
                       to even wish for this
                 Why can't we just simplify  it?
                       Just be in my arms, and I will embrace
                 and we will see what truly happens
                       either we shiver and run for the fire
                 or we will produce the heat which is needed
                       for my boner and your moist
                 our romantic flesh red and bruised as we
                 continuously crash into each other from different angles
           you or I on top, I or you on the bottom, sideways, mouth to pelvis
                 what ever, anal, sure, in the bed, fuck wearing clothes
           You're all Eve as I'm all Adam, all leafed loins and our imaginations
                 like snakes eating red apples, red sin and lust
                       fuck it, that's us
                 and if not, well then god damn this broken heart

                                   'But so what?'

                             Just a serious question seriously asked
                       in response to this debacle
                             suddenly, it's not such a big deal
                                   that the ice broke beneath
                                         your feet, and now
                                   you're swimming with the fishes

                             On the bright side, the ice didn't actually break...
                                   it just melted due to the Summer Sun shining
                                         because you know, we had a short
                                                     Winter, it's Spring now
                                               take your head out of the water
                                                     and hear the birds chirp
                                               as they get stung by those little bees
                                                     nervous stingers hooking skin
                                               sore from freshly plucked feathers
                                                     
                       And yes, even the Summer has it's own face of cruelty
                                   and it displays like a vulgar dick
                                         offering razor blades just saying:
                                               "There are bigger things than you
                                                           just kill your self."
                                                     but fuck it, what ever