I’ve got a one-way ticket to Crazy Town

Where they can never keep a good woman down.

One might suspect fatherless behavior.

Mine asked for a favor

While he was out buying booze

And came back less than enthused

To tell me his body is breaking down particle by particle.

Death, with a full moon under his hood, strokes his sickle

As it drools for a tendon to sever.

I watch the blood trickle

From my w...

My existence is an act of war.

I was not bred by submissive women—

I talk back

And don’t always know when to admit I’m wrong.

Dishes will rise to the ceiling,

Becoming a cesspool for plagues

And maggots.

I’ll step over the piles of dog dung in the den

And leave them for you to squelch your toes in its cold, mushy heap of smelly waste

When you’re half-asleep,

Making your morning commute to your d...

My body laid in the field

Where the goldenrod grows.

For a hundred years of winter

And a millisecond of spring

To be dried out in the absence of the sun.

And now

No one wants me in their garden....

Grief is a heavy load to carry.

I watch the cycle spin forever

As it cleans the year’s losses from my slate.

Dad has been sick

And Mom almost lost her job.

Like a flash of lightning, all of our money is gone.

But, hey, at least the lights are on.

I sense a plague in the air—

Casualties of catastrophe,

An astronomical number of bodies piling up.

I fold them

And dry them

And hang them in my clos...

Yours isn’t ticking right.

You say your chest is hollow and tin-like

But when I walk into the room,

You turn into a cartoon

With a heartbeat in your eyes.

I loved you until I lost you

And then the sight of you became unbearable.

Loneliness plagued me with midnight fevers,

Shivering something terrible.

I went to bed

And woke up on the floor

With an ache in my head.

Your ghost haunts the memory f...

You come faster than you leave.

Your cocoon of lies keeps you warm at night

While I look at my empty bed—

Icicles or daggers stabbing me in the back—

It feels like your lips tracing the spine

You walked all over.

Butterfly kisses like a bullet through my heart—

I flew into your arms

Because you promised me warmth.

And it felt like I was on top of the world,

Looking down on the unloved like I nev...

Eve says

I was made for you to be a baby factory.

Once comes Abel,

Second came Cain.

Adam says

Were we not commanded to be fruitful and multiply?

Eve says

I don’t know, ask your first wife.

Adam says

Not this again.

Eve says

She had the privilege of individuality.

Lilith was dust

And I am just a walking rib.

Adam says

You were made for me, and I you.

Eve says

I was a consolation prize.

Adam...

I fell asleep in October

And woke up to barren trees—

I didn’t stay awake long enough for the leaves to change colors.

I was a ghost haunting the ruins of my beautiful mind,

My last creative spark shorted a circuit

But I have an obituary to write.

Time flew by and left me in the dust

To sort through rubble until my fingers bleed.

Feminity has always felt like a costume,

Consumed by the whims of...

Meet me at the weeping willow tree

At the turn of the century

And we’ll enter into the future wearing white.

Watch me prick my finger on a thorn

And bleed red roses.

I will bloom when the gloom of singledom lifts its fog from my wilting brainstem.

You are a breath of fresh air

In a world of mechanical steam....

We locked eyes for a moment,

And that moment turned into an eternity.

My past lives flashed before me

And you were in each highlight.

I felt a long-smothered flame erupting in my aorta—

Sparks fly between us—

I flew back to you.

You will find me in every life.

The look you’re giving me—

Is that love

Or loss?

Fire & rain—

Next stop, Silver Springs.

We both said things we didn’t mean.

I slammed...