Asleep in Silicone Valley

high heels little girl
make your legs long and thin
red rouge little girl
cheeks like tart apples
pink polish little girl
fingers like the lashes
fake lashes
butterfly kisses with fake lashes before you fuck me
because my ass looks SO good in heels
who can resist a 14 year old in booty shorts with a tank top
on that looks like a neglige?
JUICY!!!
Peaches
her name was Peaches and she tasted like god
skin-microdermabrased
feet-dead skin grated off by an asian
hands-naked is not an option
yards of fake hair for you to pull as i scream "MORE MORE MORE!"
i hang up the phone quickly, so as not to give you time to say
"I LOVE YOU"
"you should touch her like her father did"
sound advice from those who take too many drugs to be sound and those unafraid of the results of their advice
is plastic surgery available to those with a broken heart?
reconstructive surgery?
commiserate because i have courage which eludes this contradiction
there will never bea better time to tell your family, friends, and significant others, that you love them
because they may lose life or limb, trying to be something they are not
trying to make others believe they aren't themselves, but someone you've come to immortalize
we can't stand up to that
i can't be gisele or pamela or even the jessicas
i come closer to jessica tandy
i'm a rugged child growing up into a rugged woman
but finally comfortable
wearing that pattern proudly
and not needing to hide behind a face and body
that isn't mine

victorian era marilyn

victorian era marilyn...
how cute.
how strange.
how wicked.
don't burn me at the stake.
i'll fucking cut your throat and hunt down your lover.
yes, they didn't even know it was coming.

not lonely.

i want someone to hold my hand...

i want to feel another's warmth...

i want to be lusted and loved all in the same...

i want to be yearned for...

i want to be needed and wanted...

i want kisses and touching and shared laughter...

i want these cold nights to be boycotted by interwoven legs and interlocking flesh...

i want someone's fingers to run like the wind through my hair and down my spine...

i want someone to look at me in a whole new light...

i want someone to share these billions of stars with...

i want a face to kiss goodnight...

i want a face to wake up next to...

i want someone to love everything i hate about myself...

i want someone to lift me up when i can't hold myself...

i want someone to wrap themselves around me and hold on tight...

i want someone to be proud of me, and accept my mistakes...

i want someone to feel like i'm worth having...

i'm not lonely...i swear.

squirm.

puke puke puke...

split pea soup...

shit on your boot...

sunny side up...

piss in a cup...

show a little love...

for paper cuts...

in all the wrong places...

and blood on our faces...

hair in all spaces...

like in your teeth...

and snakes in your sheets...

turd in your punch bowl...

blood by the mouth full...

shit on by a seagull...

spiders with needles for legs...

itches that stay for days...

dogs licking your face...

after they've licked their ass...

and how your uncle rob...

loves to pass gas...

rats in your cereal...

make you epitherial...

ticks behind your ear...

make you live in fear...

don't be grossed out...

that's not what this rhyme is about...

it's to make you squirmy...

and make you realize firmly...

that you're a chicken shit...

ugh.

i feel as though i'll never heal from the heartaches of my past.

compass

my compass was broken...

titanic.

i wish i was with you at the bottom of the sea...

there would be long flowing staircases, elegant dinner settings, you, and i, and we...

i'd use your myth of strength and unsinkability as my own...

but eventually my defects and flaw shall be surfaced and known...

OH!, titanic, how i wish i was resting the peaceful rest with you below...

people would try to recover me, but how close to the abyss are they really willing to go?...

for you and i, my dear titanic, hold our secrets within unpenetrable walls, and my sweet unsinkable, for us the ocean calls...

dear titanic, do not fear, do not be sad...

there are still so many adventures yet to be had...

icy waters surround us, and memories still haunt the corridors of our hearts...