Wednesday, June 26, 2013

for the sweaty girl

his face is buried
beneath my arm -- we're drunk
and being silly.

"it's like celery --
your southpole -- all musty and
earthy; umami."

yesterday, around 3:45p

HEY KID, YA BEAUTY
IS KILLIN ME !  LOOKIT YA.
said mister postman.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

a skinned knee


flecked with the day's dirt,
it blooms and re-blooms with each
bend of her body

Monday, June 24, 2013

how to cope with a screaming toddler -- a 3-pronged protocol


strap the offender
into their stroller;  shirt and
shoes are optional.

pop in your earbuds
and crank your fav metal jam
up to eleven.

bask in the judgment 
of others as your child flails
and flops while you walk.

NEGOTIATING
WITH TERRORISTS IS NOT WHAT
WE DO. PERIOD.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

IKR ?

in my dream last night
i met Ellen and Portia
at some event slash

gala slash party.
there was a pool and hors d'oeuvres
and we all wore suits

and we were hitting 
it off !  i mean, rappin bout
GMOs, being

vegan paleo,
like, Monsanto -- all that shit.
then Portia told me

that I have great hair
(kind of true) and I said, "oh,
I use [Shampoo X]"

and then Ellen says,
"what ?  you know that [Shampoo X]
is made of bison

spinal fluid, right ?"
or some crazy shit like that.
the needle falls off

the record.  SHIT STOPS.
Ellen puts her drink down and
goes, "you make me sick."

and i'm all tryin
to play it cool and say, "yeah
but look at my hair."

Monday, June 3, 2013

when it was just you and me

you bit my ankles,
i'd lock you out in the rain.
remember those days ?