"You ever seen CLOUDS, man?"
So wrong.
When I stare at my paintings
So wrong.
I see the itchiest of Fuck You's
Glaring back at me defiantly
In a pink too sweet for my stomach.
They are dragonfly sex pictures
Or Star Trek romance scenes,
Precious and perverse
Like a birthday party punch-up.
So wrong.
Silence
She is our symbol of cold innocence.
Lonely and romantic.
Untouched.
She is the darkest of grays in a silver-lit dream,
Icy like metal, skin frozen and raw.
Her love is bound by a child's chastity,
Captive to the nightmare of perfection.
Then,
One day she breaks with the fire of a fierce archangel,
Jaded but still the purest of whites.
A paradox riddled with heartbreak.
Ruined and beautiful.
Untouched.
Lonely and romantic.
Untouched.
She is the darkest of grays in a silver-lit dream,
Icy like metal, skin frozen and raw.
Her love is bound by a child's chastity,
Captive to the nightmare of perfection.
Then,
One day she breaks with the fire of a fierce archangel,
Jaded but still the purest of whites.
A paradox riddled with heartbreak.
Ruined and beautiful.
Untouched.
Bathtub
Recently scrubbed with bleach
She is there,
and milk
in the antiqued bathroom of an old house.
She is there,
warmer than the water.
Her body hovers over yours.
Her hand caresses you,
slick from the
nectar
of the
fountain
in your
maidenhood.
The bubbles, now wet and heavy with the heat,
smell of spices,
of jasmine and light,
of snow and the sixties.
You come hard,
sucking
sucking
sucking
water into your lungs.
She holds you under
and you sleep
with her in your heart
and your unseeing eyes.
Fracturing
My therapist told me to stop drawing faces.
"Draw something that is not a face," she said.
But how can I draw the rest of the world when only faces exist behind my eyes? Every piece of paper becomes a new personality, chipped off the excess of my imagination and breathed into existence.
But they didn't know that they could
never
leave.
They were doomed to possess the hollow shell of a woman.
"They call us legion. For we are many."
Here we go round the prickly pear where Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the kings horses (shrinks) and all the kings men (drugs) couldn't put Humpty together again.
Above all, always remember the therapist that broke you, the one that dropped you like a useless jar when you were a vase of translucent, white ceramic. You hit the floor with a cold, dark *ting* and perfectly broke into a million exhausted pieces of heartbreak.
"Draw something that is not a face," she said.
But how can I draw the rest of the world when only faces exist behind my eyes? Every piece of paper becomes a new personality, chipped off the excess of my imagination and breathed into existence.
But they didn't know that they could
never
leave.
They were doomed to possess the hollow shell of a woman.
"They call us legion. For we are many."
Here we go round the prickly pear where Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the kings horses (shrinks) and all the kings men (drugs) couldn't put Humpty together again.
Above all, always remember the therapist that broke you, the one that dropped you like a useless jar when you were a vase of translucent, white ceramic. You hit the floor with a cold, dark *ting* and perfectly broke into a million exhausted pieces of heartbreak.
"Peanut butter is not a pothead's best friend.
No-bakes, on the other hand, contain all the friendship your baked ass is ever going to need."
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