Villan’elle (après tout)

meme

I am darkest, moonless night

meteors rip me now and again

shattered black, painful light.

 

the black is calm–blinding white,

worst is never knowing when

I am darkest, moonless night

 

and black is balm, left to write

nothing inks beneath my pen

shattered black, painful light

 

dreadful truth in rigid sight

back forever faithless friend

I am darkest, moonless night

 

you are grey, and thus finite

soulless proof of time ill spent

shattered black, painful light

 

a night will neither fight nor flight

such affairs are made of men

I am darkest, moonless night

shattered black, painful light

the new love poems

Lizard brain

cries

crocodile tears

sooner

instead of later

installing easy rock

←am—fm→

for greater portability

with myPods

killing off natural good looks

since died is much preferred.

died, tried, cried, tied,

he’s in a position to know

bound by genderfication

you’d think he’d prefer just the opposite in a mate

but no.

he wants his

heroins

chemically altered—

teetering in heels,

spanked in panties

pumped,

plumped,

plucked,

and above all colored

stamped out by the million

–these beauties—

posse approved

pussy

that stays in the corner

–while he plays Geisha

Gangnam Style

shoes too small for his

sole.

I thought I was beautiful

–he showed me that I was not.

 

I thought I was clever

–he disproved that also.

 

I thought I was worthwhile

–he spit on my value.

 

I thought I was a nice person

–he taught me how not to be.

 

I thought I was a winner

–he turned my inner winner upside down.

 

Gee, he is such a much better person than I am

–lucky him, and his stellar reflections.

 

what you want

lights-out
you are the

POW

in powerful

–is it a wonder you got

an earful?

the

KO

in backwards land,

and not even that technical,

ok?

the shiver and

ache

up limber spine

–tell me.

Do you really mean to discard that?

electricity untested,

round unswung,

back against wall

–unbruised?

have you a surfeit of

intense

emotion then?

have any of us?

Diss Hurts

You are

Fro•Yo,

and me?

Well, I suppose I’m

i Scream

(in meltdown mode)

(all that sun)

and still I

think we

can

gel

—ato

hell, we’ve been

pre-packaged,

single-served

swirled,

and waffled

a long time

(at room temp)

–and still neither of us

split

(altogether)

it’s bananas!

b-a-n-a-n-a-s

nuts!

and I know nuts, it’s

anything but whipped,

s’let’s both stop being

.drip

..drip,

…drips

and put a cherry

on it, already

huh?