29 November, 2012

Observing True Dysfunction from the Point of View of First Person An exciting and plausible theme no purchase deemed nessasery Viewing the Voyeur is Free Take into Consideration An Opiate Vacation When living in a dream within a dream Lucidity Is a Non neccesity A bowl of Milk A cup of Cream Prescription Pads Invisible Ink Transforming the Dull with Vivid Imagery Blue Purple Pink Pill Bottles Made Into Child Proof Baby Rattles Orange Yellow Green Aluminum Foil plastic Baggies Empty Bottles and Glass Pipes Pushing to pull Oily Residue Leaving you empty Stealing your youth Attempting to Feel Off a Life Unfulfilled Bottles of Wine Now Fun Sized Ready to Drink Easy to Hide Makes you feel good Makes you feel fine Grab a bottle and Go Socialize hear the clink clink clink of the wind chime As you take off your coat and hang it to dry The best part of the Day has yet to arrive Lay down in bed Relax your eyes Waiting to sleep like the dead While dreaming of life With the help of pain Meds Consciousness Subsides Relinquishing Needs and Silencing Crys The ceasing of thoughts Kills the will to survive Instinctional Goals Eat Fuck Fight Provide Instead of the struggle End the Plight Kill the Void with a Butcher Knife No need to feel guilty No need to cry End the timeline The circle of life It's okay Darling Everyone Dies

Day Three of the Three Day Cycle

Greatness I Am Bowing Down to Me the World is for My use Only I Regress Constantly on the Comedown I Am Failure to Complete the Things Now I'm doing Now Always Moving Shifting Squirming Warming Duldrums turn to Temper Tantrums Exibit A on The kitchen Floor Attention Whore Never to be ignored I proceed Oh look It's me Worshipping Collection Plate Knees Always On My mind Never Sleeps Never Fails to make a peep Constantly in My Mind Planning Things Obsessively Must Reorganize My cabnitry must sweep up Falling leaves Must Clean Must Clean Must CLEAN SHHH, shh, shh, Girl, The Bugs in the Wall can hear you think

06 October, 2010

Empty Vessel

Baby sank out of me.
Left this vessel
a
loose sack
Of skin and fingernails.

Body wasted.
Ruined.
Set aside to serve the next generation.

Oh.
What.
A.
Miracle.
Birth. is.

This one will grow up to be something great.

All that purple skin you will soon forget when you look into her eyes
for the first time.

But.
Every morning.
Every bath.
With.
Every.
Single.
change of clothes.
I am reminded
This vessel
has
served
Its purpose.

Mankind will continue on.
All
because of me.
The earth overpopulated.

You’re a mother now, dear.

You can’t do that.
Your life is changed now.
You don’t live just for you
Anymore.
Oh, when you look into her eyes for the first time

It won’t matter.

You live to serve her now.

They tell me. Over. And. Over.
And
Over.

No one cares
If you have stretch marks
Dear.

The Baby is all that matters now.

--Lindsay Strait 10-6-2010

28 September, 2009

"Weedy Bop"

Smiles and Grins
At Every Single Sighting of Him
Because
You See
The toes of This Girl
He makes Them curl
Every time He kisses Her Pearl
And when She comes
All over His Tongue
It tastes like His
Caribbean Rum
And Oh This Man
She loves Him so
And
Even Though
He stays in The Cut
Swagger His walk
Every time That He goes
She runs back to Him
Every time that He calls
Sweet Dick
Weedy Bop
With the Candy Bar Balls

01 April, 2009

Madonna in Progress

Flawed

On my

Charcoaled Pedestal

I am

Measured

Scribbled

Into

Newsprint Booklets

Never to be

Exhibited

Never to be

Revisited

Me

In True Form

Just a

Super Exhibitionist

Carefully shade me into gray

Forever and Always

I will Remain

Your Work

In Progress

Short Lived Life Expectancy

Boxed me In

The Doctor did

Told me

I Could Never Live

Not like this

Just

Not

Like

This

Self Preservation

Pick Pick Pick Until the nail bleeds Tear away the cuticle Bite the nails down Chew on the fingers That taste of nicotine Down Down Down Goes the enamel of the teeth Pick and Scratch
Until yellow fingertips Color themselves red Taste of blood Instead Instead

Instead of

Gnaw through damaged nails Just to get to Bite off the callus Chew the scaled skin between chipped teeth Grind fidgeting fingers Down into the wrist Repeat Do this Do this Do This

Do it Again

Bloody Scabs
Instead of hands
Make it
Impossible
To pick up