Bad poetry to stave off my swarming fans. Ha, wait.

So, here are some poems I ran across that I didn't post (with good reason. I'm not a huge fan of them.) Anyway, there they are. Feel free to skip this entry.

smack
fairy tales are my bubble gum
smacked and cracked
as i talk myself silly or
the silly talks me, but
either way the glitter
tears up my teeth and
the little magic wands
stick in my gums.

but i keep chewing, bloody
mouth and all because
because it keeps me
from shouting out my
desperation or disappointment
or maybe simply
my chagrin

which all
gets blown into this
pink sack of dead air
that hangs on my face
and hold each screaming
whisper that keeps
begging for it to
pop


clink
i like you best when
i haven't the time or energy
to reassure myself
so i replace confidence
with labels like
the fat girl,
the smart needy one,
inadequate and
foolish.

and they jangle in my pocket:
little bits of metal marrow
that clink together
when i run.

and the faster i go,
the louder they clang, and
the harder it is to see past the blur
of you and me
until we are nothing but
a smear of noisy words and it is
enough.

11:08 p.m., 2006-09-17



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