Pink

You asked me here for what?
for this
and him and the sunken dead tunes of your lonely tomb
alone again where the red weather invites hypothetical doom
say it better
say it better between my legs than she did
so I can forget she's there and get her out of my head
pleasure tethered by a thin thread
well-read men with mannerisms dance catechisms while you orgasm
in bed
without me
you'd rather be with your pink dildo instead.

TA

Ted's Confession

I am enormous,
like Ted Nugent's self-righteous ego,
like the taste of your tongue the taste of apple pie on the window,
like Apple poised to take over during the dot com crescendo,
Stevie Jobs shaking hands with men in suits
so used to fucking high dollar bimbos,

break yo neck, nigga,
break yo neck, nigga,
break yo neck, nigga,
while you do the limbo,

see the bearded lady crush my balls in the side show,
I am Cool Hand Luke's hand slow-jerking his greasy pepperoni pizza
until it starts to slowly grow,
and I'd know,
though I'd likely not say,

it's probably better that way,
Ted Nugent picking up the pieces of his shattered day dreams
off the side of the interstate.

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My Shit Prince

Come dance with me,
you shit prince,
cast in the stark dark bowels of last year's
trends,
twirl me around the fish eye lens
until I spin
and spin
and spin
there and back again,
a grin from the devil inside of me
defying me
to close my eyes and be,
be pushed into someone's open arms,
be left standing on the porch in the dark,
be left in the storm,
be broken with a broken heart,
you told me from the start
that this wouldn't work
but I can't dance without my
shit prince,
long days spent stepping in circles
lonely,
bent to the scent you left behind,
your hard hands along my stegosaurus spine,
all that I am is yours
and nothing that I am
is mine.

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Sibling Rivalry

"Allow me to reveal to you my cruelty, brother"
my sister crooned,
she acting like a little girl gentleman
standing with one foot on our mother's head,
her dead smile ivory in the full moon,
"Give me this chance to prove to you that your ugly twin sis
is no sullied grownup's
fool"

"Be patient, little love," I barked in my most sincerest
southern admonition,
"Though you felt no fondness for this bitch - listen:
not everyone wished her tits up
succumbed to total demolition,
some glitch in your misguided system has steered you
headlong
into rough waters and ultimately into
the tomes of insufficient women daughters"

"Both of you be damned," cried the one father we knew we had
but had never met,
"Take this axe and with its wet blade
cleave the delicate bones
and the long empty chambers
of your mother's alabaster neck,
I have had no greater gloom nor known greater glory,
but shall carry with me her head
reminding me always of the greatest woman
ever to walk this rotten earth on two legs."

TA