23 days till sister, farewell sweet VirginiaA Poem by .
Did the Internet teach you how to be nice
Cool overalls and girlish boys on bikes I grab a boy, my bicycle And take him for a ride past my old house The windows look so empty now But tender turned Me into nothing To me, Tender is nothing now Any how, I really don't know how to love me as a friend Where do I begin Down past the bridge and under the tunnel Spray paint a portrait Until the cops come They paint over it quick and thick like mud One swift kick will shut me up and I am left only with a black forefinger and thumb Popping it In between my cheek and my gums Tasting it Like a f*****g strung out idiot Kneeling whispering hallelujah hallelujah Though I doubt the storm is over yet Ahh yes, another year has passed. Sister makes a birthday cake Two days late I hate the taste I step on a needle exactly at midnight The point presses into my heel More than halfway Then out of sight It doesn't feel nice rushing to my veins I pull it out with aching sigh And eyes that are wincing I always seem to remember the most sexual things at the most inappropriate times!! It's actually so funny. To keep a straight face while a stranger views me through the rear view mirror And in my mind the most vivid scene awakens being crumby and greasy Cold and bony Hang nails and stained teeth And dark circles under eyes Up way too late getting there on time Delivering the best punch line They were all: Sweet hat pulled over ear flaps So poorly dressed Yet self obsessed. So funny isn't it!? The room full of bitten lips. It is, it is. Laughing in your sleep Little Satirical b***h Paint a baby picture It looks so dumb So damn dumb And you do too It's okay. I know I do. Haha Sigh sigh We don't feel so good about it once the laughter dies off. And I'm awkwardly hugging my arms around my ribcage Standing in the corner of some stupid torn down party. Sad eyes don't frown I know sometimes it sucks Things fade in the most peculiar way. Something turns to nothing And nothing is left to say Pull up your bootstraps! You'll be over it fast. Whiplash candystrip All those terrible things from your eye lashes! You are so much sexier than that when you let yourself be. Dear candy, Please be kind to you. Now go have some more lemon cake it's the only thing you've had all day. Lick it up Be good Dum dum Don't hate the taste, You little waste. © 2016 . |
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