I. If crows on telephone poles
hung limply squawking parable
would you feel so righteous
in climbing up to them
and breaking their necks?
Would you wait for their resurrection?
If my mother nailed my hands
to my bed posts
and my feet to each other
and drove a spear far enough
to puncture my uterus
would my final cry for God
warrant a biblical footnote?
Will women ever be more than martyrs and saints?
II. Missionaries obsess over miracles; she obsesses over massacres
Her feet rear up stones, echoing the gravel of her gullet, which mumbles to th
Please keep driving my car
as long as you don't
get into an accident.
Or I could put the steering wheel
on your pillow
so you could keep driving
while I sleep.
You could park
and buy me chicken broth
and vegan biscuits
carrot sticks and lozenges.
Or brush the hair melded
to my head with fever sweat
onto the pillow
and fold your half of the blankets
onto me to ensure protection
from chill.
Pretend it is less than
a decade old, and you
don't have to jump start it
and that disease is a drug.
Drive me to the beach
and walk home
when the trip is over.
I will not speak of hot dishes
or unrequited love
nor the customization of Midwestern women's lib
I won't lie awake tonight
caressing an invisible partner and fantasizing
about the equity of our marriage bed.
I refuse to read chick lit and romance novels to myself in the dark
to whisper about the plot and deny the smut
with my prudish best friends.
I will not spy on church couples
and their groomed, bred and bowing young
because I refuse to count my eggs
much less name them
I may mention my infertility on first dates
mostly to scare away men with average dreams
of book club mothers holding hands with his children
while listeni
My beautiful spring raincloud has combusted
It ran off and eloped with a Canadian chill
right now the unthinkable has occured-
The kids have been conceived
Perfect painless placentas
flutter feverishly to the ground
slapping the budding bits of grass
with their breathless ice blast
How unlucky to be human
to be bombarded by a clouds after birth
while the proud parents revel in their droplets
What charming cummulostratus
being cuddled in a thunder clap
growing into young adults and then
enlarging with old age
dramatically greying
Cunning back drop for a stratospheric
sexual encounter
Lightning advances-NEW LIFE
perfect fat
Dress me up
To fit your tastes
Underneath I'm unchanged
Same girl same ways
Paint my face
With porcelain
To sooth your eyes
And calm within
Fold over clothes
Don't fit quite right
I'm out of character
Dressed in fright
I'd rather be naked
And still be me
Than slave to your scrutiny
And countless decrees
I am not a traitor
If i don\'t agree with you
I needn\'t be arrested
If i Believe your words untrue
You\'re going to kill us all you know
You\'re walking on thin ice
Half the world might explode
But it seems that war\'s your vice
Trying to gain more power
To take over the world
Seems to be your selfish plan
Waiting to be unfurled
I know because you got the vote
You believe you have the power
But I won\'t give you the pleasure
To steal these thoughts that\'re ours
Send your soldiers out to fight
Kill anything that moves
I don\'t understand your ways
Or what your killing proves
I wish you could be the leader
That a preside
Tall black heels
And crimson lips
Presented on the street
Tiny girl
Half my size
Auctioned off like meat
Body sore
Emotions drained
Seven days a week
Baby girl
Alone at home
Nothing left to eat
Three a.m.
Car pulls up
Just some random creep
Takes away
My Addict mother
Leaving me to weep
Show me a world
Created from mind
And painted onto the wall
Take a fantasy
Woven from clouds
Or find a dream to scrawl
Live in a can
Drown in color
Paintings never die
Lie on my back
Greet the expanse
See what it\'s like to fly
Capture my pain
Sculpt my thighs
Photograph my mind
Build my soul
Make it eternal
When I leave it behind
some point after my chest caved in, i realized something went wrong.
I guess something inside of me finally snapped, because the tidal wave of my own incompetance hit me like i never knew it could. I cried in the car, and no one knew why, i walked home alone, and didn\'t realize it. In the end, i found saying nothing is 50 times worse than saying everything and being shot down. lust is a strange addiction, its harder on your emotions and relationships than all other drugs combined. A taste of passion can give you a mad high for weeks, and a moment without it can slam you into the gutter like a broke junkie between needles. I realiz
death by glass slipper by punkrawkpoet, literature
Literature
death by glass slipper
This slipper's what\'s made me
Realize what I\'m not
Or maybe what I am
I see what I\'m lacking
At least compared to them
A carriage grown
From pumpkin seeds
Doesn\'t feel quite the dame
It\'s bad I have to lie
To get in this possession game
These mice I call my horses
Won\'t get me very far
At least compared to
Those princesses
Being driven in town cars
It makes me want to cut my arm
With the slippers edge
To bleed upon this satin gown
Crimsonize the hem.
Current Residence: MinneaPOlis MP3 player of choice: i.. much like the masses, love my ipod Favourite cartoon character: Jessica Rabbit/Alice (of wonderland of course) Personal Quote: Don't forget about me when I'm famous
Favourite Visual Artist
van gogh/ mark ryden
Favourite Movies
brick. little miss sunshine. the life aquatic
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
APC/cursive/Tool/yeah yeah yeahs/anatomy of a ghost/Tom Petty/CCR/
Favourite Writers
jack kerouac/T.C. Boyle/F. Scott Fitzgerald
Other Interests
literature, studying?, being mysteriously absent at reunions with former classmates
being a librarian, is incredibly boring, especially at a college in a room where students don't check anything out. the remedy? being here for three hours. i'd say it's a great job.
death cough status: retreating