My Moment

My moment, the moment
Was when I saw you,
( I loved you )
But it feels the same as holding hands
And moving sheets,
( I love you )
Wrestling words,
You still love me.
 
 

Snowed In Anger Day

Well, Mother,
Look what you have done.
A punitive mess you've made
When I'm past the age of rebelling
against you
(It's schoolish institutions and governments
now)
The rule changing
So many more of them now
(Rules AND changings)
And my internal needs to start my own family?
Overthrown!  By you, the tyrant queen,
While you make a second shot, trying to fix things.
Trying to throw me out.
 
 

Snowed In Anger Day II

I guess you stopped paying for everything
Or anything.
We're used to it now, John and I.
Poor farmers, spending our money on failing crops
--arts educations

But we will win each other.
 
 

Inherited Dysfunction

Congratulations, little boy.
You've inherited yet another dysfunctional sister,
And this mother, who caused some of it
And they all blame themselves
Or pretend to.
Here's my unspoken but written advice:
Blame yourself, and you'll get by.
 

The Whys

Somehow I found my way to your words
The way betrayal showed you mine.
But is it something personal,
The words you adorn and proclaim?
Sympathy is your boat,
And I can tell from your poetically excremented lines
That those are all you have to hold on to.
When I had only words,
They were perfect.
I have him now,
So my words speak carefree
Waving to the publishing industry
But carefree.
And here you are,
Buckling a profile,
And even when you leave many hims out of it--
Trying to impress the random passer by er
That might end up being
Me.

You're poetry's defiled now.
I declare its nothingness.
Its meaninglessness
And you are the culmination
Of putrid booger running snot nosed
Snobs, only more condescending
And less medicated
Than the rest of us.

You can go and help yours now
(there is no fight-he is what he is)
But I will flaunt a ring.

What was that you said about
diamonds?
 

Thinkback

It was a real room, wasn't it?
And you had a real voice.
His sounded like a shaggy carpet
And I knew it, too, just as well as you.

And now that it's not about him
And your whore perfumed sweat
On his dying skin

I can see the illness in your words
And it's yours and yours alone.
Your defensive psycho-maternal
Warding wandering through a
Pantomime existance as
Another person that

Used to control me.
 

Haven't Heard

Haven't heard about your debt.
I didn't want to know.
Paying off my world of books,
I'll help your burden grow.

All those years of lied abuse
Of animals and sex
Maybe makes you think again
About familial regret.

So next time that you think of me
With bed thumping on wall,
Just remember my success:
I answer no one's call.
 
 

Where Day Is Night and Light Is Black

Under this light
-Illumines dust that I pretend is cocaine-
You're always missing me.
In advance, when I'm there it doesn't matter what we swear
In those times that are times, more on the clock
And being late for suit worn gigs means nothing
But love in bed.  And all the love in the bed.
And all the love in
And all the love
all the love
love.
 
 

My Own Dot Com

Yes, I've got my own dot com.
I'm immature but moving on
And pushing spike heeled corporate
Executive publishing industry intern
Hard in your face!

We were going toa cafe
Like two separate poems.
But you wanted heavy metal at the cafe,
And I never regretted ruining that guitar
Over your conjoined brain lobe patterns.
 

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