Lamentation for the Chicken Boy

another love poem. absolutely typical. thank god no one ever actually likes me.

Sore swallow, fractured wing

I have cried tears of milk

Waiting for you to love me

and

I have been roaring drunk

And stoned

In the head and at the head

and

You have been first in every one of those instances

Squealing state, picking at me like

An anorexic food-chain

and

You wouldn't give up,

You little niggler, insidious nit-picker

You, tearing at me

As a dog fluctuates at it's meal,

Ripping off it's jaw in the process,

Except

You walk home with my lower lip

In your cradle fruit of basket, I am going

Hazy, quite crazy, too.

The roar of your thick, brown betrayal

Coming at me like the express,

Fractured my skull

Chicken wing, turned to the wind

Couldn't sing

Didn't belong

I was terribly apprehensive

I thought you were my worth

Thumb-print, followed me 'round

Like a dirty fried man

He didn't know his place

I didn't know my place

Sought me out like a soft, gold trophy

Held me to your breast, I was quite happy

To be your breath

Alas my lungs became a life machine,

And my floppy baby neck paled under adolescence,

Baby bird, don't sing

And rest your voice, squalid thing

Only piranhas drown at an ice-rink

Another child's way

My gauze has your face bled onto it now

I go mad, sinking beneath the depths

Of the factorial conservative world

Your face laughs to me as a Robby the clown

Laughs to children, just before pounce

A screech before the silence

Terribly bored

I couldn't strike a chord and

I'd lost teeth at every one of my jobs

Sent home with a migraine from the Heavens

Every two, and every ten lovers would tell me

I made them rich

Every five between them yawned with

A hippopotamus scale and fell backwards

Never to be regained

You are not a five or a ten,

You are a minus infinity, dreadful dear,

I'm sorry to hear

That your mother died, she was

Quite the enigma, I heard she used to

Slip lovers gold under their pillows

They called her the kindest tooth fairy

Ever to grace this earth, my teeth

Were given to the tooth devil before they found her

Coveted the horned rascal

Speaking for you, I resigned

Before explosion

I had become quite the sport

When you came in and drowned

Me out, eerie love.

Author's Note

please give me opinions. :) although criticism would be helpful, i don't want to touch you as a scholar or an academic. if i can touch you in any way, tickle your humanity, then i haven't wasted an hour on this squalid construction of soul - thank you :--)