29 November, 2012
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
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
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
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
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
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
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