Everything is falling off of my skin and bones
like dead corpses (are there other types?) in cornfields
that resemble scarecrows
so no one notices.
The little words.
Like the light and the blue that burns my retinas on my iPhone screen.
But I have laser eyes. I’m invincible. I’m a dinosaur never extinct. I’m a
when I’m naked.
Inverse Sampson–the more I put on, the weaker become.
Soldier…who left the war to play the flute
but chose a cello.
Can someone be my music teacher?
Wait, you just play and I’ll dance.
And one by one, the clothes fall.
It’s a springtime dance in autumn.
Because I am always reborn in winter.
Will you take my photograph now?
I wanna be able
to walk into my living room with my black corset on
with no pants and my tits uncovered
while my roommate eats dinner with her boyfriend.
They cooked chicken
and Brussel sprouts.
I think I smell some garlic.
They burned something too.
I gotta pee.
I wonder what it will take for me to walk out with the right black covering only over my midsection.
I’m most comfortable this way.
In my room.
In the dark.
In the sheets.
I miss you and I
want you to provide my life
meaning and purpose.
There is a depth that
exists somewhere within the
void behind her eyes.
You have to take the
fucks and throw them out of the
window this instant.
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I’m just going to
daydream about things until
someone kisses me.
I went to yoga
This morning and afterward
I killed a cockroach.