Paper NameplateMy nameplate is made of paper.
I change it regularly
To keep it clean.
I can fold it and make myself small,
I can rip it to shreds,
So that I am no longer understood.
I can pour over it a bottle of water,
And make it look like an accident.
The nameplate is replaceable.
I can make my best friend sit at my chair
And put his nameplate up instead of mine.
Who will notice?
I can change it regularly
To keep it clean,
Or I can erase the penciled letters,
And be gone.
Tales from an Almost-MurdererShe lived only through sheer luck,
Not because I messed it up
Not because I wasn't strong enough,
And certainly not because I changed my mind.
I wanted her dead,
And I fulfilled my end of the bargain.
I set it all up in advance,
Because time is the number one killer in humans.
Yes, you will all die with time.
I prepaid a hitman.
I gave him my blood in an oxygen tank
To meet me at my home.
In the shower.
I told him he need only bring one thing -
Which I paid him for in excess with an extra pint.
I told him to bring a scrap metal,
Not a knife,
Because the girl was not worth
The waste of a good knife.
But he never showed.
I had already paid,
I was empty,
And the body was ready to be finished.
I went to the meeting,
Done, Naked, Ready,
To be stood up
For what should have been the last time.
I needed not turn the shower on;
The water streaming was scalding enough
To the cheeks forever burnt
With lies and broken promises.
Why, you might ask,
The Choice of CrimeThe only brave people in this world
Commit a crime against another,
And then a crime against themselves:
"I can decide the future of another human's life,
But not the future of my own
Unless I choose to end my life -
A choice I'll make too before I'm grown.
The life I live is not of love,
But instead of right from wrong.
I'll make a choice between now and later
Which, I promise, is not long.
You can't decide for me my fate:
Not if I go or if I wait.
So leave me now with this cold fear.
I've opted to and made it clear.
I won't let you kill me with my back turned
When for a silver knife's puncture in my heart I've yearned.
I'll commit my crime with my very on fist;
By the cops alone I will be missed.
LoveI want you
Because whenever you say "I love you",
It's a surprise. I am shocked.
I am shocked by the power that rages through me.
The electric current rushes and kisses the tip
Of every cell in my body.
I am original.
The L in "love" that shapes my world
Has taught me more than you know.
It has pried open my soul like a lever.
Darling, you have taught me how to start my own beginning.
The O in "love" is an open letter.
It invites into its spacious grounds,
And welcomes the spaced student's stray highlighter
As it fills the void left gaping -
Gaping from the last use of The Word.
Hero, you have coaxed me into acceptance.
When you tell me you love me,
The V in "love" is sharp!
It cuts through my chest
Like a shard of hope.
You, sir, enable me to wish.
And whenever you profess your love to me,
The silent E in "love" rings out.
World, you have nothing to fear.
Its silence will continue to ring;
In this, I have no doubt.
i am the Eyegive me a biopsy!
only then will i know
what i am.
am i suicidal?
or maybe i'm curious,
and i hope the Monkey is homicidal.
take a knife to my frontal lobe!
reshape it, carve it!
I alone could never make it Mine.
my eyes do nothing
they forage for nuts,
for bolts and for screws.
i am metallic. a machine.
so metallic i nearly glow.
but eye am nothing without my I.
my batteries will die.
eye will shut down.
the cAPITAL denounces meye function.
sleep now, good Fight.
Eye'll see you again,
but only in the bright Moonlight.