Artificial light blue to beat the blues Try no sugar in your cookie, Cookie Cutter approaches don’t often Help problematic inflammation in the gray Matter of fact exercise Is another lever we can pull Me closer Dr. Beautiful Blue Eyes Blue—nothing artificial about you-ooh Tell me again How the mental health benefits of exercise Cap at thirty minutes so I can Lap my sad to death in the Beautiful chlorine blue.
(Found this one buried in my notebook. I had almost forgotten about it. One of my very favorites.)
My bestie’s cousin–they call him Sketch Pad–has a tattoo on his penis But was too pain-shy to finish The right half of his left-right Two word rib tat. He was supposed To be “Black Sheep.” He ended up BLACK SH…
Dreamtime craving for alcohol when you’re not a drunk means Bacchus is having a crisis of consciousness tossing the nymphs and turning the maenads out of his bed
thump thump thump
they hit the floor and
tap tap tap
he comes to your window
because you have your own bed and won’t sleep with him in it gravity isn’t a threat then and he has the whole carpet to himself
because he enjoys thrusting his head under your box spring and tying your mismatched and long- forgotten shoelaces together.
Also, he thinks you’re fun to drink with mostly because you don’t much, don’t have the stuff for proper cocktails, and while you’re craving his liquor he’s craving the sexy way you pour it into a diet root beer shrug and drink it all down.
I would love to swan around and say dusty things about poetry and have everyone give a damn and have groupies who show me their boobs and read at Carnegie Hall to 53,000 screaming teeny boppers in poodle skirts
and all that other shit that real poets do and don’t actually do
but always do in my sweaty jealous glory hogging little mind.