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Bunny and Kitty played a gameBunny and Kitty played a game one day,
but silly ol' Bunny ran away.
Kitty looked and looked, but try as she might
she couldn't find Bunny and day was becoming night.
She would call Bunny's name
but Bunny never came.
As stars shot into the sky,
Kitty began to cry
for she could not find her Bunny
(and this game was no longer funny).
She would not stop looking,
roaming and searching until she smelled something cooking
(from a small house)
(with a lady in a blouse).
She stepped aside
to peer inside
to see soup was boiling
(and the redness beneath (was) coiling).
Trying not to fall off the nook,
Kitty took a closer look.
She scrame in horror
and fell to the floor
for the sight she saw was not for boasting,
rather that of Bunny roasting.
Drink a DropAnguish and despair are just a few words that plague the drunken mind.
Alcohol fuzzes the edges of reality with paranoia,
Shrouded by dark veils of reservation
the mind retired into a state of dreamless sleep.
Unconcious demons rise to the service,
leaking out through dry tears.
What causes this?
What is the fear that plunges its guiltless sword into the womb of hope?
The idea that lay suspended in every ounce of blood and wine consumed.
The glass sits on teh table,
temps us to drink.
To lead us down a path of loathing
blunt freedom and ecstasy
and, of course, to nullify our pain.
Drink a drop with me?
Death by PoisonShe adorns her body with frills and lace,
a pearled crown atop her head.
Her face is powdered white,
lips a moist pink.
Gloves disguise her hands,
heels elevate her feet.
Her features remain unmoving,
she walks with simplistic grace.
she is the very image of aristrocratic elegance.
A mysterious and precious doll,
confined forever to solitude.
But thus is the price of beauty,
Thus is the life of lolita.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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