-----china doll-----
perceived perfection
flawlessness marred
lip of dreams
oozing and raw
pulsating, pulsating!
impolite stare
weeping in sympathy
just like her sore

I’ve heard that many artists would deliberately include one small flaw in their work, either as a sign of humility, or as to not anger the gods with perfection from a mere mortal.
But this is too much.
My world is a little bit darker today.

areyousparkling
work, not play
you need to get away from the office

Oh! Bukowski!

Why I love you I do not know
You are not that clever
and you don’t “do show”;
You talk with your fists
Type with your feet
Everything you’ve ever wrote
I think is sweet.

But I think I love you
most of all
as Sparkling can’t stand you
and there should be a rhyme here
really.
Shouldn’t there?

correction tape dispenser
blue-snouted
like an aardvark
nestled in a bed of rubber bands.

oh supply closet
your goods so sleek, modular and new
I totally don’t mind
the 10 minute trek
through mazes of hallways
--watch the cubicle rats scurry--
to reach you, my Cordoba, lejana y sola
Out of the closet,
You pilot pens and generic stickie notes
stickie like spurt
generic spurt

shed your raiments
of cardboard and cellophane
and try not to think
of how it all ends

you, naked on my bedroom floor
like so many before you
bled out
a gaping max swoops down from the heavens
you close your eyes,
my beautiful solar-powered calculator
Like a Russian hooker
under a fat man with eczema

I’m sorry it had to end this way
but I don’t have any Ritalin left
And you bore me
And my cat likes to chew things.

so sorry.
(

There was a young lady named Bright
Whose speed was much faster than light;
She went out one day,
In a relative way,
And returned the previous night.

To her friends said the Bright one in chatter,
I have learned something new about matter:
My speed was so great,
Much increased was my weight,
Yet I failed to become any fatter.

There once was a man named Merkin
who was always jerkin’ his gherkin.
His wife said, “Merkin,
Stop jerkin’ your gherkin.
Your gherkin’s for ferkin’, not jerkin’."

Then one from out of New York City
Was a gal who thought herself pretty
But it was not to be
she smelt much of pee
But she claimed “Twasn’t me, was my kitty!”

Fuck thou and fuck thou and fuck youeth
Thou thinkest thou funny but thou bleweth
I smell like posies
Shoved up thy noseys
The day thou doth mock me, thou rue-eth

*Vase threweth*

"nymphomaniacal jill
tried a dynamite stick for a thrill
they found her vagina
in north carolina
and bits of her tits in brazil."

Then one from out of New York City
Was a gal who thought herself pretty
But it was not to be
she smelt much of pee
But she claimed “Twasn’t me, was my kitty!”

There was a young man from Ayr
Who thought he looked pretty fair
Because he went to the stable
And the first woman able
Saddled what she thought was a mare.

There was a young lady from Rhyll
Who thought she might go on the pill
But she was quite forgetful
Ended up with a gutfull
And it had to be worked out with a drill.