helium balloon child

September 13, 2013

The shortest woman on earth is a helium balloon.
I blew her up about a week ago for a children’s
birthday party and that damn little kid let her just
float away. Well little woman helium balloon must’ve
landed safe and found herself a man who knew what
he was doing and she got herself in the books as the
world’s smallest woman because I suppose they do not
check to see if you are made of helium and she will not
return my phone calls. I see her sometimes on morning
talk shows and I wonder if her boyfriend speaks like
a munchkin after she plants a big one on him and I
wonder if she remembers the day she was born and
who her mother is.

I cleaned my room today because

              anxious bones felt restless and I’m being productive now,

                                                            so alone,

                                  clean room at six a.m.

When I’m in the shower I think about a lot of things

                                                                                                          but mostly of what could have been

                                                           if I were a different person.

There’s an empty floor at 6 a.m.

                                                        right next to a clean table which only holds

             four bowls, two pipes, and a pack of papers.

 

a shit eating poem

September 6, 2013

I read a comic called Day Jobs

of The Poets and I wondered why

and if they were just as scared as I.

Oh just call me a kitty cat,

I hide under beds and between table
legs scratching at mice but only

to test the waters.

how many people did you meet working

at that psychiatric facility and were they
all crazy?

purr purr purr
 

She is sometimes playful and other

times mean and other times maybe
just shy and I’d like to be called an

introverted kitty cat.

Did they try to kill you in that chair

when they opened up your brain
just to move around the stuff you’re
made of?

Mary was a little lamb
her hair as white as snow
and everywhere that Mary went
the man was sure to know.
 
We feed ourselves to wolves but I
I feed myself to nothing and it is so much worse
than being eaten by a beating heart and spit
back onto the floor.

Just call me an introvert, kitty cat
chasing lasers because they are not real
and working at a psychiatric hospital.

I’d like to think there are many sides to
everything and especially myself or maybe

I just like to daydream.

the smell of a smell

and your smell

remind me of you.

 

it starts from the belly and blooms

is the name of my hangover

stolen from you.

 

I am a strong independent woman

I am a strong independent woman

I am a strong independent woman.

I remember we aren’t together
sometimes
when my phone doesn’t ring.
I don’t wear perfume for you but
the smell of your smoke mixed with
soap is nice and I understand
why you like perfume.
We spin in circles, what do you expect
from children of the earth,
that great big ball circling the sun
and we are just bound to it
and then there is gravity.
I learned when you broke my heart and then
I broke yours and then you broke mine
and here we are standing on our feet
planted to the dirt and we are spinning
in circles
that nothing good lasts.
My nose brought me to your chest.
Your smell, like a lazy spring day,
do they sell that in a bottle? I won’t
wear perfume but I would like to smell it
sometimes before bed and maybe in the
morning.
It is only natural to mix you up with
someone else. It is only natural to
spin in circles it is why I twirl on the grass
sometimes.
I smelled you today and my heart
fluttered. It’s only right to mix you up
with someone else.