Daddies Rusty Gun (day 793)

I used to be a dangerous babe
Then I dashed away my stripes
And wrote away my lovers
I stuck them like pigs
Flapping in the breeze
Their hearts around my neck
In golden lockets
Blazed with scorn of time
Shifting about my mothers brow
I splattered about my mirror
My soul, so I could watch it
In pouting and daunting sex appeal
Seemingly oozing down my leg
As if spit on me by studs
Strap-backed homies with
Daddies rusty gun

I used to be a dangerous babe
Then I stripped away my vain
Carved remorse into my pale arms
And blew kisses into the wind

Sun Struck (day 68)

The sun has arrived
And here I am stuck
Alone in my house
Hankies surround

It’s ok for me now
For tomorrow will come
And I’ll be looking
To silence the sound

So I sit here in peace
Making my thoughts
Probably more like
Cursing this cough

A Poet Does Wander (day 37)

Confused wouldn’t explain anything
It would just deepen the roots of distaste
Idling in the same spot
Ingesting the poisonous fumes

Like birds that fly dizzily
Into oncoming traffic; stuck
Swishing from side to side in an unbalanced act
Turned around by the speeding vortex

With time the falling leaf
Stuck in the same surrender, lands
And all around, like a mothers hug
Settling exists within