Month: July 2017

Head Case

it’s been a month since you beat me the fuck up
and I really do miss you
I wish I could put my tears in a cup
and splash that acid all over your face
no beauty left not even a trace
and then I’d erase all of the space that
you now consume in my fucking head case…

the thing is that you know how to fuck
and you do it so well
You are my same age and I can’t even tell
you aren’t a day past a day I wish I could dwell.

You body is lean and your muscles are thick
and don’t even mention the size of your dick
it’s long and its fat and it loves my sweet cat
and I love all of that upon which I once sat.

Writing these words is making me wet
and it’s making me wish that we never met
you think a thought and the words spill from me
and I think a thought and so agilely, you say what it is
with no fragility

You talk like a yank, and I shall be frank
that looking at you is like filling my tank
full of something that might feel something like crank
the day that you boarded me I know my ship sank

the way you go out and the way you come in
and the way you can do it all over again
I can’t even lie, it makes my head spin
and I can’t even lie it makes my mouth grin

I want you inside me right here and right now
and to say that out loud, I don’t know how
I can form my lips the same ones you kissed
the same way you licked me beneath my slim hips

I doubt that I’ll ever see you again
and I don’t care who reads this to their own chagrin
You make me ache for your thick steak I want you medium rare
that my vaginified oven will happily bake.



House of cards, house of glass, house of lies
nothing made of brass
made of every filthy thing that any mind can possess
go ahead and taste my life
you’ll taste some ratchet ass

In between our legs

how did I get stuck with this man that I hate
and boy I”m glad I can’t procreate
cause the last two would have given me 4
and I’m already bout to run out this door
cause I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough
and not just all of the lying stuff
I’m tired of the love and I’m tired of the kisses
but I hope that he’s not I hope that he misses
all of me, not just the part of me
that’s in between our legs

 Neither did he

For my kids, these lines make my stomach sick
I try my best to not think about this great big pile of shit
that I’ve laid you in, dressed you in and made you eat all day
I honestly never thought these dads of yours would ever be this way

to me it seems a good dad would not try to impede
with his selfish feelings consuming him with only nasty greed
but greed is what I got from everyone I thought
who would never take you from the one who you were begot

I don’t know how to tell you how sorry that I am
If I could go back again, way before there was Sam
I can’t even say what I’d do because I knew no sham
everything seemed copacetic thanksgiving turkey and ham

somewhere along the way…everyone forgot the day
I brought each of you into this world, six pounds of tiny clay
I never knew at the time that you’d be taken away
and molded into something that no longer had I say

At least I got to raise you all until the age of three
And I know that at least 3 of you do remember me
you remember how we lived all together very happily
Without a dad around and you made nothe one sound
you did not care he wasn’t there and neither did he.