five seven five

My lips are bleeding.
Because you’ve kissed me so much.
Does that make this love?

You seem very sweet
But what the hell do I know.
Four weeks is nothing.

And what you went through
before. This is all new to
me. Should I trust you?

This morning I woke

On the wrong side of the bed

Urge to kill rising >8F

Not exactly calm
I don't feel good today
How are you doing?

oh my sweet, my love
in your eyes lives a stillness
as deep as the world

Oh, Stupid Teacher,
fingernails on a chalkboard
I now feel dumber.

Raindrops cling
to branches barren.
Points of light.

All good things must end
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Farewell Amsterdam.

I wrote these at my last gig for the temp agency I work for. I loved that job (jewelry design). I wrote these while sitting in my office listening to punk music. The job let me listen to whatever I wanted. These were made out of Crass lyrics whilst listening to them:

Nothings really changed
'Cuz all governments the same
slavery's the game.

They call it freedom
But all governments the same
slavery's the game.

I was also all achey with PMS so i wrote this too:

Oh, menstrual cycle
same ol' same ol', month to month
how I hate you so.

And then I realized what a cool gig I had landed:

They like how I look
they say I look creative
this gig is so cool.

Tattoos, piercings, jeans,
my daily work attire
my job is so cool.

It is amazing
(that i really like this one)
what good pay will do.

The temp agency reassigned me the next day*.

Hah! Irony!




(I wasn't caught or fired or anything--the job filled their position and the temp agency was no longer needed)

September 11 ...
gusty wind in the pines
with a hint of smoke

September 11 --
in line at the blood station
bandannas and skullcaps

September 11 --
the World Wide Web covered
with all kinds of dust