Jagged Little Sentences

Jagged little sentences
Tumble out, awkward, unnoticed
annoyed.
Screaming words with invisible ink
Lucky we should all be so mal-adjusted
why should it be that the phrases
so brilliant in thought
could fall with such a barren thud
when uttered
does angst disappear, or does it just get closeted?
Mark- dot-question-Point
We all get tired of the problems
the issues- other’s, our own
and a word is a word is a sentence
like so many others; preceded, succeeded
meaningless.
Leaving a gaping wooden mouth
mimicking some other voice
heard from so very far away.
Slippery, fricticious, entering, pounding,
Lubed up, rubbed down
Piss and pockets
va-gi-na
pee-nis
ears perk up,
space
silence
heard.
Beautiful that what everyone has
felt, seen, worn
finds some eager ears to land in.
While blue hats are sold for pennies
to people with no heads.

Ex Ex Ex

Oh sweet porn,
I love the sweatiness of you, the sound of your flapping flesh
your moaning, your grunts, your guttural groans
they scream out the look of liquid shock
purring pleasure, panting pain.
My boyfriend once walked in on my time with you
and declared that all my feminist arguments were false
because I indulged in your furious fantasy.
He also announced that I haven’t really had sex
with my ex girl-lovers
because girl on girl
can’t really be considered fucking
Now Can It?
I laughed and told him he wasn’t there
so I couldn’t really prove him wrong
Nor did I want to
I got rid of him, but I kept you
Dear, sweet, sexist porn
Because I like sexist hardcore
so much more than sexist vanilla love.

Written May 2006 by Yours Truly

A Failed Soliloquy

Gynephobia- an abnormal fear of women

Implying that a subtle fear of women is normal…

I carry birds and monkeys but am accompanied by a cat.

I have an

Excellent view of the floor from my ankles

And will never forget that.

I cry for the profound distance of the sky, its stars and bodies

They are much too close for comfort

I live in a box in the downtown core. The box is expensive

But I like it.

I listen to a box

I watch a box

I work in a box

I even carry things in boxes

Sometimes my cat is put in a box and transferred from box to box

Boxes are the Bain of my existence.

I have learned not to notice. I call them cubes now

The monkeys and birds entertain me when I’m bored

They come in cubes too

And I have learned to forgive them for it

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