hder

 

 

 

just this morning there were drag queens in capes. Donkeys stuck in wells. Little boys

swallowed by sand dunes. The news is all fucked up. But since the TV puts me to rest

 

I have nothing else to compare it to. All my good hatreds solved; my sorrows and burdens

taken laboriously to the cross.

 

My lovers all dead by mathhematical axphyxiation. True happiness is counting down

the seconds before the pop-tarts shoot thru the ceiling.

 

Truthfully it stirs you up, like trying to write like Plath without the resemblance of assonance or having

so little ego or good talent

 

to purchase and take saxaphone lessons at 59 and think, like a little boy, of

being an astronaut or fireman

 

yet again.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

it's great how intelligent your writing is..and again I agree this term hater...is an excuse to ignore educated individuals whom know passion, and respect it... it is not a commodity.. wisdom is the playing field of a such experience in the heart and soul gain..
I consider my self a realist, but of course pessimist is a more fitting term to anyone whom does care to listen...maybe I read to much into this piece , but again that's the nature of my beast..loved it

[Ken Simm.]

There are some lines in there that I find amazing. The whole thing is wilful and yet self depreciating. Comic and yet sad. true and yet looking at the evidence that I can see, false. I can really emphasise with the last three lines. Good one Dana.

[Corset]

"my lovers all dead by mathmatical asphyxiation" oh oh what a mouthful...Dana! "your" so amazing.