

old friendsit's been a long time since i've thrown my fists at another man'sold friends
jaw stomach kidney maybe i just no longer have the mind heart will for it as i grow older maybe i grow out of it grow tired of it grow bigger than it
it's been a long time since i've thrown my pen at the paper perhaps i just no longer have the mind heart will for it but as i type i pause after every word glance over
the damage is this really what i want


what is her namethe woman with the long brown hair that is occasionally a flaxen hay color depending on the lightwhat is her name
with the long legs and the short torso leaving her arms look disproportioned to her body
with the even shorter neck so that her head
lulls temptingly on her shoulders
the woman who gets a fresh coffee every three hours except on wednesdays
dammit what is her name it is on
the tip of my tongue
unless it's just
a hair that had been on the pillowcase
from the night before


they don't knowa tree that doesn't know it's place can pose problems for everyone involved the environmentalists don't knowthey don't know
who what or where
to protect the industrialists don't know who what or where to cut down to place their
strip malls and housing subdivisions the politicians don't know
who what or where to blame, to manufacture votes, to take money from the people don't know who what or why to care, to live, to love, to fuck so the tee that doesn't know it's place can gro


you, anne sextonyou, anne sexton appear from the shadows and the whispers of night. provide an echo to my rhythmic poundings of the keyboard.you, anne sexton
the sirens wail and the cats howl and they scratch at the door wanting in
into the fire that burns for only a few minutes and then fizzles to a burning ember
as the moon breaks through and the keyboard is quiet
the bottles are empty the children are gone and the door to this tunnel is closing and its time to say farewell to the queen
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Why is it called PMS? Because "Mad Cow" was already taken.
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