October 17, 2011 § 6 Comments
I’ve spent the day doing yard work with woodchips and sorting socks and watching The Office. All episodes from the previus seasons of course, I couldn’t imagine the show without Micheal so I am not going to try. It’s just… not happening.
Anyway i haven’t posted a poem in ages, so here is… this one. Called
She had a rose mouth.
red soft fragrant s o pretty.
No thorns on her arms
but indents from them. from the thorns.
Press them in like metal nails on red cherry wood furniture, the thorns she did.
She washes her hair in nail polish
crazy girl. She washes her hands
in nail polish crazy girl. She even
washes her body in red
red nail polish.
As it falls like rain from
the shower head
dousing her naked skin in the paint
she screams and laughs.
She hates when people that are always right
are right again because all people
should make mistakes sometimes.