PIFFLE.

i found the instrument but lost your song

2010-03-18T01:06:00.003Z

the main differencebetween usis

The pits

2009-12-20T23:12:00.004Z

I am lying with my pits upwardsI am drowning in this pit, downwardsI am so fine, lick thatI am so right, taste gravelI am inside your prayersI am sellotaped under your prayer matI am shedding lambswool clothingI am (b)eating defenceless animalsI am mutually masturbating with shadowsI am making a list and checking it twiceI am hammering a nail in your round robinI am lying in this pit, downwardsI

Fucking in the cold

2009-12-17T15:51:00.003Z

So cold that fucking is the only optionMust find something to fuckMust find something to put my dick inIt is so cold it feels like outdoorsIf I were actually outdoors I wouldn't fuck anythingThat's not okBut I am indoorsMight bake something

Teens dig my thing

2009-12-08T00:05:00.006Z

Every one of my attempts to engage you turns into this jelly baby; my diction shifts beside you. Like a Wikipedia page that leads to nowhere. One day, our ideas will fuck each other like we do: without lube— or with, if they can find it in the dresser drawer. Maggots clean and piercing so not maggot- like It's hard to be yourself when you don't know who that is if we ever get out of this

Sharpie King Size Permanent Marker

2009-11-22T23:59:00.001Z

Yellow photo from the '70s with Rounded corners and naked Kids — could be porn in the wrong hands Incense shot glass Snakes on a Motherfucking Plane mug Waxy candles and I want To punch you to death With hugs ~O~

The PIFFLE Reading Sessions #10: Lannie Jennings's Two Clits

2009-11-21T14:33:00.008Z

Candy corn scorn, aceI've got your poem right here!Pecker diddle,addresses itself to my right nipple, goes:I think you're really swell sweetheart, I'vegot a bucket of buckets forya right here.I'm so sorry, I pout pretty,as the peeping curtain draws.

don't fuck me

2009-11-08T22:15:00.002Z

you like me but this makes me unhappyi am starving and i love itsinuous bends get me goingi sin, you throw your own shit, shut upshit out a limb and then shit out anothershit out a forest of limbs before you diefill your bowels with me, who drinkswater instead of your piss and eatsa big ol' slice of shitty limb meat, droppedfrom you when you gave up onwatching what an asshole, you suck

Fuck me

2009-11-08T02:38:00.003Z

i adore you, you are unhappy about lifeyou are starved for love you lap up, the sinuous bends command meyou sin, you throw a tantrum, you pityfight and sin and sin and tear limbfrom orchards who want to see the deadempty their bowels at night, who drinkwater to pretend it's piss who eatthe frothy carcass of eaves dropping ona shoulder when you should've been watching what an asshole, you suck

Dear Saint Peter

2009-11-01T11:12:00.004Z

Take the girl, wrapped up and send her to churchTo learn about ghosts and shitSleep for hours and my body achesGreen shit comes up out of my eye sockets as a cloudDear Saint Peter"No shit, tell me something I didn't know"When you open a curtain or open a door do you already know what will be behind the curtain or door?Are you sure?Thee saviourEven you use a play on words, just to make a pointI

LIST

2009-10-30T23:22:00.005Z

THINGS THAT DO NOT MATTER *THINGS THAT DO MATTER <3

roofies for a dead corpse, bennies for a live one

2009-10-21T23:15:00.008+01:00

you said something about me and i have a right to know what it wasnot this, not now, look hereall i have to give are fragmentsmostly disconnected, lest you take the bird's eyemy insecurities are hanging on the outside of melike the intestines of a disemboweled corpse or a babywhose cord's not yet been severedcontinuing to suck the lifewhat are we for?that squirmy worm, that ratzingerswings onto

On my way to the shops

2009-10-11T23:44:00.002+01:00

I pukedIn a holeI fell intoThe holeI was stuckIn the holeWithAll of the pukeI staredAt the pukeUntilIt caught fireNow I amBurningAnd coveredIn pukeMy own puke

the roar of tomorrow

2009-10-05T21:42:00.005+01:00

in the bathroomtaking a massive shiti hear the yip and yellof a distressed poochi finish and flushonly to findthe pupon kitchen floorbathing inwindow sunshinecrying atits own shadow"silly little dog," i saywhile smacking it on the noseshut the fuck up alreadyyou'll have somethingto be terrified oversoon enough

The Lost World

2009-10-02T14:32:00.002+01:00

I know something about PterodactylsThe 'ptero' part means wingThe 'dactyl' part means fingerWingfingersFrom now on, you shall be known asDickdactyl

a cock in hand is worth two in the bush (?)

2009-09-30T21:23:00.002+01:00

and when the girls shake their feather dustersit will all be for youand their fathers they will cringe with moral superiorityand oh how the weak have flown with babieswith incensewith bottles of jack thirty-seven red reedsdust and cobwebs on their weed cigaretteswith seventeen six-packs of beer ice coldbeer head bigger than Australasiaor Arkansasor the jungle gym by the schoolwhere he taught me

PUSSY ABUSE

2009-09-29T17:55:00.004+01:00

i could start off slow slap your deep inner thigh until it blushes bright or take a leather strap go at it hard beat your crotch until you weep or tie you up and blow hot and paced until you beg for me to penetrate your fleshbut i think the best formthe most efficientis to ignore youlet you walk aroundwondering whyyou've beenrejected

Slipknot by Slipknot

2009-09-23T21:28:00.004+01:00

You are asleepI love youI will eithera.Use a surgical knifeSlice away your eyelidsLeft and rightShoot torch light at youb.DrawWith indelible markerSmall smiley facesInstead

little girl, let me have my way with your gentle soul

2009-09-18T19:18:00.005+01:00

ifingertips in my mouth &

Last day

2009-09-18T10:17:00.003+01:00

Dare me to drink this whiskeyDare me to make a messDare me to cause a sceneI am so tiredThis is the endGood luck with all the dwarfsAnd that

Still Frontin' (rap)

2009-09-12T18:15:00.005+01:00

Still frontin' y'allStill frontin'Still frontin' y'allStill frontin'Engine running, me sleeping in the backseatRead that you sleep fast reading from a factsheetAbout poems and feelings and women and shitThere's a hole in my chest with nothing left in itPunch myself in the face till it don't look like a faceLick a lightning bolt just to see how it tastesRub your eyes real hard till they bleedPeel

HOT VIKING LOVE

2009-09-12T15:33:00.002+01:00

I imagined they made love last night;him in his Viking hat, her in her radiance.I imagine there were jokes about ‘pillaging your vagina’ Or about, “riding my longship”I imagined that, at first, it was probably fun and sillyand I saw both of their eyes with thatsmilingin loveNorse God, Norse GoddessI was sitting on the edge of their bed butwhen the hat came offand the smiles turned to moansI

homesick

2009-09-10T09:55:00.002+01:00

you hugyou lightly pawan elbow or a kneepeople squeeze handsand firmly shakeonce or twice, they adviselean into each otheranother's skinboys place palmson the smalls of girls' backsno one stopsor draws backor cringesimperceptiblyhuman contacthuman contact!their bodies flowi never noticed thatuntil

non

2009-09-09T20:53:00.001+01:00

If I've told you onceI've told you a thousand timesPlease stop eating fresh babiesAnd molesting my elderly relativesIn bus shelters

oui

2009-09-07T20:07:00.003+01:00

shouting for an encore from a shitty bandis like pushing your motherdown the stairsand then calling for her to get to her feetand make you a fucking snack

Human stain

2009-09-06T00:28:00.001+01:00

You have far too manyeyes in your headYou have far too fewchips on your shoulderYou have one toomany hairs on your scalpYou have one lessventricle in your heartI eat pieces of youTo spit into your mouthWith longing, with disgustI wait for you to grow backI dip in the water toscoop up your gristleI swallow your fleshEven though I am fullI sickenYou sicken

2009-09-05T16:12:00.001+01:00

Hey yeah. Music up so loud in my headphones now.But the neighbors can hear.My stomach, it knots. I would like to retract and swallow myself and live there, huddled, safe and nurtured in warm acid sizzling my skin away, leaving only bone. I want to be a bone person, slick in a safe stomach, writhing all over itself like worms. No brains, no heart, no nerve endings, no eardrums, just bones. Wet

Your eyeball is a siamese twin

2009-09-03T09:58:00.003+01:00

Your siamese twin is a fucking jerkI had sex with your siamese twinJust to hurt youYou were watching me the whole timeYou are a pervertStop it

Stupid Girl Shit

2009-09-03T03:18:00.000+01:00

You are flowers in my mouth.You are the smell of perfume on my undershirt,crumpled soft in my hands.I bury my face.Every picture, I know, is everything to do with her andit hurtsI can’t lieLove is a stomach ache…a burned down housewhere I live.No comfortable spot on the couch.You live in a raging forestfreeI watch you through a window,cracked,crying

Turnip for the books

2009-09-02T19:56:00.003+01:00

I ate a vegetableI ate a whole vegetableTurnipI ate a whole vegetable wholeI like radishes and beetrootIt turns out

All The Space Around Me

2009-09-01T23:45:00.001+01:00

I hear I listen tothe sounds it makes in itsbelly gettinglouderI derailcontemplating the nothingof its digestionbecause there ISnothingbecause theeverythingis right here (points to self)decomposingin silencenobody thereto listen to hear it(for jereme, please don't shit in my mom's mouth...)

if only tonight we could sleep

2009-09-01T23:08:00.001+01:00

for jeremethe sheets, little white cotton mounds and S shapes by your kneesturning to face the cameraperspiring skin sticks to a strand of black hairlit dark, just enough to seeare you alone or we together?that's directly correlated to what happens next in this sceneeventual sleep or shivering heaveoh, but don't feel too special, secret watchmanit's just your company that keepsmonsters safely

trampled flowers and other signs of our minor victory

2009-09-01T00:25:00.004+01:00

i stand among a plastic gardencomplete with satin flowersand wonder what happenedto the beautyof death

Hi from Camille*

2009-08-17T11:56:00.001+01:00

nimble nimble stamp spay!usable wary filth left!wax finis rang.pastor bran bikini finis?sanies pent.etcher fart enemy cynic!damsel limbo sown far.vox linger recite.yellow gift nopal.lotah teens scanty denary!lordly filly limbo.usable stamp dot digger.wary donate enemy delete.fealty damsel lordly dot!lotah byword teens molar.cynic giaour furfur.midget recite hamlet.nopal spay.paraph cynic cod

The Untimely Death of Bunny Ears

2009-08-13T20:17:00.004+01:00

I am 'dying'No, reallyI am 'dying'I'm exhaustedAnd 'spent'I have grown oldOverindulgenceAnd overuseHave 'withered' meI no longer knowWhether I am hereFor 'emphasis'Or for 'irony'To make a 'point'Can you help me?I am 'fading' fastMy bunny ears areWilting, even 'drooping'This is itThis is 'the end'Goodbye, 'cruel' world'Goodbye'(And in my last breathI will whisper to youThat I feel 'neutral'About

there is no beauty in glue

2009-08-09T15:30:00.004+01:00

you aged before mea girl half my numbersitting cement facedfor a massive fat mandoing free sketch portraitsin the parki watched yourface wrinkleand crease17 to 70in 22 secondsthe image panicked meand adjusted my gaze awayto the tiled fountain behind your frail headtilesglossy brown and bluein diamond patternheld together by white groutgrout is never commendedor given any meritit is rarely

i will bake brownies to lessen your discontent every time we're together

2009-08-02T19:27:00.000+01:00

let's start a new thinga house and a babytell your brother to visitmaybe some of your friends too?my leg is tiredmy leg is oldif i stretch out then bendto huddle closewe can pretend we're jellyfishfleshy and wetcontracting and releasing to movestart something with mei'm excited to feel you nearmy lip is swollenfrom the ant biteyour word is woundsfrom a pen knife

The reddish fox is an inscrutable bird

2009-07-28T01:19:00.000+01:00

the urge to shame is deepcartoon foxes mewllicking bright red tonguesover the scroll barsof your website

Deserving of an orgasm, in the night she wandered

2009-07-21T16:01:00.002+01:00

(As rejected by L4 for being too 'vaginy' and 'grody' - yesss!)1this thing it's so bigit tears my orgasm from melike half-hanging-off teethwith a satisfied dull pop2pushing your tampon too far in is worrisome sometimesbut leaving it too far out sometimes chafeslike where the ice skating rink was in wintera chick that holds it for you like a hose while you spray3a light sprinkling of milk

a plain box containing jagged insignificance

2009-07-14T00:55:00.009+01:00

the agnostic roachsmall & perfectcrawled across the &

i am mighty like the space between the fire and your eyes

2009-07-06T23:31:00.003+01:00

you kissed heri came in her pussywin for me dickholewin for me

A poem about what goes through my head when I watch acts of senseless violence

2009-07-04T21:10:00.003+01:00

Could I do that?I could do thatOh, I couldn't do thatOr maybe I couldI could do that if pushedIf someone was threateningMe with disembowelmentUsing a big fuck-off knifeOr a teaspoonI would so do thatI would, I would, I couldI'd have to hold my noseAnd squeeze my eyes shutBut I could do itI could do thatI could do youI would do youI should do youI will do youIn the darkIn the nightIn the heartIn

Happiness is a worn vein

2009-07-02T19:08:00.001+01:00

hey guess what? i don't want to be happyif happy meansyou don't blow upor say fucka few too many timesyou get a littleand there you stopcontent with yourBANALITIESi don't want to be happyif it means thingsand more thingsand a pretty little girlfriendwho makes you dinnerand rarely sucks your cocklet me a die a deathwell-deservedbecause i'm not happywith bullshit

My Old Room

2009-07-01T04:13:00.001+01:00

The new tenant said Call me Jack, kidSo I showed him my old roomMy mother always Asleep in the nude A blanket tangled round her headHer widespread legsMy old room Hidden thick Behind feral shag And he smiled so I smiled~O~

fUCK yOU

2009-06-29T19:19:00.004+01:00

AND FUCK YOUR WEEKENDAND FUCK YOUR SHIT MAGAND FUCK YOUR FUCKYOU FUCK YOU FUCKINGFUCKING GROUPIE WHOREFUCKING WRITERSLIKE THEY'RE SPECIALFUCKFUCK YOUUUUUUUUU

You Really Should Put On A Sweater

2009-06-26T18:34:00.001+01:00

I will pretend that the sun came out andthat when we fuck I think of only youYou will pretend that my vagina is still tight andthat when I eat food it never comes out of my anusWe will continue fooling ourselvesin this façade of our existencewhere you change the tiresafter I break themwhile saying so very muchto anybodybut you

It has me without care

2009-06-21T22:36:00.001+01:00

For the facts are obsceneApparently he is a real poetEven doesn't have a blogDoesn't even have to showerTo think up with the wordThat means dubiousBut likeNot dubious

only the passing crows noticed i felt empty like a scarecrow that day that existed within your smile

2009-06-17T19:29:00.007+01:00

i told youyou are the ice cubewithin the coffee cupsuffocating in the steaming black liquidthe coffee is strifea metaphor for lifeon this planetyou giggledrolled your eyes the way you doand sipped the cooled coffeea viceiintroduced toyoui was wrongthe coffee is not strifebut my negativity& apathytowards livingthe ice cubeyour heart& lovefor a manfor meanother vicei introducedto you

dude said vis-à-vis yo oh my god

2009-06-16T23:28:00.001+01:00

five buttoned buttons and an unzipped flyand a boy across the aisle you thought was makin' eyeseyes wide, fakin' rhymeswhen you should be sleepin'poor man's doseonebehind my face iscreepin'

mother's mother

2009-06-15T18:13:00.003+01:00

I ate breakfast at a bar next to a Buddhist temple on the day my grandmother diedShe was in a wheelchair most of her life because of polioShe was a genius and not in the way people throw that word around on IMs She was a geniusI barely knew herBut toward the end if her life she comforted me after my mother threatened to kill meAs she was dying she comforted meShe comforted meAsSheWas dyingBecause

you are a luscious fern and i am the lonesome desert

2009-06-12T22:07:00.004+01:00

you are a luscious fernliving in the jungleno matter how much you desireto plant your roots in mei am only desert sandstay in the soil little fernall i bring is the unforgiving sun

And the donkey returns to the thing for which I have no name

2009-06-09T20:57:00.002+01:00

rubbing my vagina carelesslywhile outsidecardboard boxes crumplelazy leg hangs overthe side of a warm matted chaira fat accordion wormstretches to lick my toe and misses'fucking swear ass cunt'she hissesI continue flicking mild

Tanka written upon being informed by my mother that I apparently come from a family of writers, and so that explains everything

2009-06-06T15:50:00.007+01:00

My little nephewHas had a poem publishedI'm delighted andAs his proud uncle, I hopeHe survives his next birthday

Danger Mouse

2009-06-05T18:22:00.002+01:00

In a Devil’s Townwe had the longest summerwith word games andthe heaviest beltsaround our necksI cried when you leftto play with fireClash songsIn the din of Middle Earth,bits of flying thingsaccompanyyour shopworn skininto my mouthI taste you with my tonguesavoringI knew you would be so sweatysweetIf my desire were tangibleyou would kill yourselfbefore its waketerrifiedIf the phone doesn’t keep

A study in seizures

2009-06-02T00:01:00.000+01:00

When you've lost your voiceYou smell no reasonBeat your hollow chestUntil the froth splurgesUp your clammy neckAnd out onto wood surfacesFaculty: goingWhen you've lost your eyesYou still touch yourselfBeat your flaccid memberUntil the froth splurgesUp your grimy veinsAnd out onto wasteful nightFaculty: goingWhen you've lost your earsYou still sense presenceBeat your throbbing headUntil the blood

Swear to god

2009-05-27T23:07:00.001+01:00

Hey but look oh my god, she saidI'm hetero as fuckPoor boys prancing Big dicks waggling at meI promise, she saidCome here baby girlI'm not going to eat you

suffocate in my fire

2009-05-22T19:25:00.003+01:00

i am a juggernaut of apathy& self mutilationi have no centerno anchorno control& will continueto break downsteadyslowalone

French film blurred

2009-05-19T19:47:00.002+01:00

He peels the onion lightTo drench it over theSmooth and smoothly fuckingBodies of evidenceThey mate in elongated vowelsCopulate to the slowest of motionsWatched by a chicken liver girlSkinning her tangerineI have a disadvantage in notSpeaking a second languageTheir orgasm pales intoSans serif insignificanceThe television gives up ghostsThe screen is snowboundThe chicken liver girlDribbles juice

the night is cold

2009-05-18T19:06:00.004+01:00

i am afraid you sayclimb into methere is a hole in my chestclumsily you enteri will protect youas my chest grows tight around your insecuritieswe walk through the night

Open letter to the guy in the steam room at the gym beating his gigantic penis

2009-05-12T04:07:00.010+01:00

Stop jerking your cock in the steam roomSeriously, dudeThat's like three different crimes and a health-code violationPlus your shit was so big it traumatized meYOU WERE SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME, OKAYI heard some slapping then it got faster and I looked over andOh my god, what the fuckNot cool man, not coolHe was beating it hard, too, like it stole his front-row tickets to "Rent"If his goop had

sometimes I read out loud

2009-05-09T00:12:00.000+01:00

you're all peopleyou're all problemspeople problemsI never saidthe eagle flew at dawnI never saidthe sky at black was nightyou never listenyou never listen

Penile workout

2009-05-07T21:35:00.000+01:00

UpDownInOutThereYesUhSnore

Vaginal workout

2009-05-06T21:36:00.002+01:00

Flex those lips.Zoom in the hole to show,the depth and variety,of which she's capable.No sharp nails or spiked heels.Only pure;inflamed;raw;cunt.Suck in those cheeks.Protect the face andsnicker.[But quietly;for no one gladly suffers,a hard,moody bitch.]

The beaten generation

2009-05-05T19:46:00.002+01:00

End corporal punishment now, they cryChange the child's behaviourBy hanging it from a window ledgeTo show it the error of your waysEnd capital punishment here, they shoutReplace it with a kinder, gentlerWarm-hearted fist to each tender faceWe'll teach them a thing or twoEnd their punishment here, they beseechWith the victim's head restingIn the curve of your still, even lapLean forward, kiss

There’s Something Special About A Sunday

2009-05-04T00:42:00.001+01:00

I mean,the house is the same butthe air isdifferent thesun shines nicerit comes in the windowsonto the floorsbegging to be stepped onand laughing at mewhen I do.Sunlight never laughson a TuesdayA motorbike farts down the street.The boys across the street yellwith their tattoos andarms so nakedyelling loud nowthey pull out guns andtheir chests explodeI smell my neighbor’s pipe smokesneaking across

I have no idea.

2009-04-30T19:07:00.000+01:00

Eyes closed blackwater night-time. Night-time warm thickness tree branches ripple breeze, incubated deep in water. Night-time filmy fish slow-smooth past like vowel-sounds. Open-mouthed oh oh ohs of fish mouths noses play glass-smush. Streaks of phosphor body snaking, curlicuing thick water. Resting – slow heavy dancing. Bodies ripple, swaying algae, flat rhythmic blinking eyes. Open-mouth oh

The Sound A Brick Makes When It Falls To The Floor

2009-04-29T04:38:00.000+01:00

I want to putmy fingerin your head woundroll it around…get it good nwetwarmThen I willwrite my namewith your bloodon my armlike I’m sixlike it’s loveI totally won’t even write your nameYou’ll call bullshitI’ll sayshut up fucklet’s go to the hospital alreadyyou are staining the couch

I want to scare you shitless

2009-04-27T14:29:00.002+01:00

When you clasp your handsOver your mouth, and holdYour eyes raped openRoped, ripped, raptWhichever, be sure toDistort your mouth in fearFor me, sweetheartScrew up your guts in knotsFor me, loverTwist your knife in tissueFor me, sourmouthHammer your nails in boneFor me, loatherFingers formed, grip tighterDon't let light cross your faceNo betrayal in your gazeNot a smile of recognitionJust delicate

My Facebook status says: “I just updated my Facebook status”

2009-04-26T01:28:00.002+01:00

I am the spunk the babysitter caught with her cunt instead of her mouth(Or her eye)When the baby’s daddy came home aloneI am the sperm that won the raceThe only thing I ever wonI am the boy who was born of man who was always a boyI am the boy of a woman who was always right and never did anything wrong her entire lifeExcept have meJust ask herHere’s the choice I made:No, I can’t tell youAll these

the day i lose my appeal

2009-04-24T22:57:00.003+01:00

watchinga squirreldart acrossthe streeti realize i am lonelyfor your insides

Sunny day

2009-04-23T18:21:00.004+01:00

Four times a week, she says,a little nasal. I try to do the maths but I’m distracted byher round red-purple clog-toes blossoming liketulips. Her smoothie matchesher psyche, or do I mean her footwear? –It was the oddness thatwas compelling, I offerby way of explanation –Our voices disappearing half-drifts hiding insidetraffic’s fog-breath, toes rested on London sad grasspretending to be astroturf.

Joe Dolce Sings Slayer's Greatest Hits

2009-04-23T14:11:00.000+01:00

Probably she takes her rings all off when she washes her dark faceSeveral volunteers say they saw her by the chocolate swooningAnd of the man reporters continue to report his misdemeanours angrilyProbably he waited for the courgette pelting before sneaking out the windowIn the meanwhile she mistakes a kind word for unlimited warrantyLast sighted crouching awkwardly in that angled space beneath

Why Wouldn’t You Pretend Fuck Me In Starbucks?

2009-04-20T18:46:00.003+01:00

I’d given you the opening:leaned back, spread my legs…I mean, I was only asking fora few half-hearted thrusts like3 at mostYou were all,“The guy’s right there…” and“…they probably have video cameras…”(you motioned to the invisible corners of the store)I was like,“It would’ve only taken 3 seconds andwe could’ve forever said,‘that was the Starbucks we pretend fucked in’whenever we passed it, butit’

children

2009-04-17T19:52:00.004+01:00

# # * (*---KKKtween gaggingsoreknee

dream

2009-04-17T19:16:00.009+01:00

(*-------- ! ()() ! ! Vdripping c9cksforeme

perfect

2009-04-17T17:31:00.001+01:00

(*)(*)titties4free

A kept man

2009-04-14T20:38:00.004+01:00

I am going to allow youTo write a poem nowI am being allowed to write a poemIt seems we are making progressAs long as you behave yourselfNo funny business, funny boyNo funny business, noI'll be a good boy, not a funny oneI'm only letting you write a poemBecause otherwise you might be missedYou think? You really think I might be missed?I'm sure you're wrong; you're far too kindBut I missed you,

I'm going on a road trip

2009-04-08T12:28:00.003+01:00

Alone, so what?I got camping gear,trusty sat nav(British male),also maps,cute wellies,43 bottles ofspiked vitamin water,lube.Nature awaits atmy secret destination.I got sights to see.But first—I'm going to gotake a piss behinda bush nowherenear the woods at the backof your house.

Next, Your Mouth

2009-04-07T19:50:00.002+01:00

I’ve written seventeen poemsabout your eyesso farI’m shooting for 33I tried emailing you tolet you knowbut it came backblockedI will try Facebook

2009-04-06T22:34:00.003+01:00

your face that fucks up everythingthose lies escaping from your mouththe way you say you're gonna call mewhen i get my check tomorrow

What controls a face

2009-04-05T17:58:00.004+01:00

Slow and quiet from the periphery of your years I come to sully you.I am like an ant, a ship, a sock, an earthquake you didn't feel.I come blank, watching, to soak in you like foam.Discreetly I lay down plans, actions, secrets.And I land planes, secretions—I do those things to prep your three dimensions.I am a doctor, a labourer, as well as the mother of fruit.I am alone.I am misguided.Someone

Talk to strangers!

2009-04-04T17:33:00.004+01:00

I’m stalking you on Omegle“You're now chatting with a random stranger”The random stranger is always meSay hi! and you’re in dangerYou never suspectedYou have disconnected~O~

2009-04-03T00:09:00.002+01:00

stalkify me babethey all scared but ol ty ain'tdrink your crazy juice

Really, They're Not (Don't Hurt Me!)

2009-04-02T20:50:00.001+01:00

The theme is stalkingWhen reading my poems knowThey’re not about you

Sexy Rainbow

2009-04-02T12:31:00.004+01:00

but i crave that shitthat repulsive annoying bitter shitthat shit that seepsshit that pushes out like sweatthat liquid shit the morning after shitthat shit that burns that acid shitshit that enriches the soilwhere your legend bubbles, boilsfrothy brown bursts fromyour vainglorious anus, asshole

2009-04-01T02:33:00.002+01:00

the word vagina makes me say like ooh nastybut i crave that shit

Every day I get more puerile

2009-03-31T21:14:00.003+01:00

...this is some mid-life crisis.or pre mid-life. whatever. i can't stop submitting bullshitwriting. and i think i'm ageing backwards. the other daysomeone said 'sucking soggy nuts'(she was talking about almonds)and i choked and spluttered.and she cracked the hell up too. once in a feminist seminar, i laughed at the word 'vagina.'

Reverse polarity mid-life crisis

2009-03-31T20:10:00.000+01:00

Check out my wangI know rude words!Rude words! Rude words!Look! I have writtenThe word WILLY!On the kitchen wall!In blunt crayon!And I have writtenRude words for girly bits!In felt tip pen onMy sister's forehead!Mommy, I am so cleverI am so clever, aren't I?Can I have a cookie?A cookie, Mommy?Can I? Can I? Can I?Wang! Wang! Wang! Wang!Willy! Willy! Willy! Willy!Girly bits! Girly bits! Girly bits!

your mom is my feces

2009-03-29T13:41:00.008+01:00

everyone looking at everyonesome more famous than othersand a few claimin haterwishing ani would ask them to join

c’mon, let’s leave

2009-03-28T20:41:00.001Z

this bar plays dance musicbut doesn’t have a dance flooreveryone is drinkingbut nobody’s here to drinkeveryone is lookingat everyone lookingat everyone~O~

lightning crashes doin' our own thang

2009-03-28T20:27:00.004Z

there are onlytwo songs everthat have theword “placenta”~O~

Oh, I hope it does

2009-03-27T17:41:00.000Z

The noises I make when you’re doing it rightAre the noises I make when I’m happyDid you lose weight? Cut your hair? You look different. You look good.No it’s these jeansThey’re FrenchYou can bet your (considerably bigger than my) ass I look goodAnd I’m happy so I smileAnd I make the noises insideIt’s all in the vibrationIt has a ricochet effect on my walk.

Because It Could Go On All Night

2009-03-27T17:03:00.001Z

Hold on until the questions cease.Things cannot get any worse.Or maybe losing four toes (so far)and one kneecapsays differentCalm your breaththink ofhand holding, dog petting,eating warm bread with your fingers orthe noises I make when you are doing it right

Links of links of links

2009-03-26T20:49:00.000Z

To fasten around our necksWe wear these heavy chains with prideShall we cut our losses, bleed our selvesLocate our veins and face the sunHere, gaze into this flaming roundI'll stand behind, linking lengthsIn the burn of shining cityscapesSwimming in our empty headsCarry my dust in your silver locketA hair, a nail, even a slither of skinOpen me in the birth of nightSlide the hair across your

tea-addled mind.

2009-03-25T23:50:00.004Z

what ever happened to China?we ask unconcerned, sipping down its teain pretty cream-colour porcelain. detoxing our odd-tainted souls with slow-flow green tea lakes. waving 'free tibet' flags on half-mast arms, pinkie fingers extendedeternal. prodding murdered crabmeat to see it it regrows hobo pincer-clawsto fasten around our necks.

Soaked right through

2009-03-25T22:42:00.004Z

granny panties yuckwhat ever happened to naugahyde string bikinisand placenta underooswhat ever happened to sweaty assesin caribou fur thongswhat ever happened to crying quietly intoyour apple juice while digging sharpinto your thighslipping out of your boyshortsunder the batman duvetsuckling guinea pigs' teatsmurdering crabmeat for the saucewhat ever happened totasty pastries and gallons of

he tried to follow the command

2009-03-25T16:12:00.004Z

get it over withshe said but she was wearing granny panties yuck

hug you didn’t rape is the special you wanted but think

2009-03-24T22:41:00.002Z

I fucking said pleaseevery finger making fistget it over with

Heirloom Tomatoes Are Punk Ass Bitches

2009-03-24T19:32:00.001Z

i am vacant soulu know i am the victornot debatable

the laughter of a dying fly trapped within the belly of a bullfrog can only be heard by none of us

2009-03-24T18:39:00.005Z

soon i surge aheadexistence nulls all triumphi am vacant soul

21 little 5-7-5's

2009-03-24T16:13:00.002Z

21 posts yotied with xtx oksoon i surge ahead