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Transfusion

Gray

is the color of my heart

until you bleed life blood back into it

red

like the flush of my lips

like the paint on my nails

seeking

the warmth of your skin

the taste of the martini left in your mouth

 

 

 

Abandoned Lips

The heat lightning flashed

and the thunder rumbled

and the warm breeze

blew the curtains inward like ghosts in a strange dance

and we laid tangled

in the damp sheets

your hand on my hip

your sigh on the back of my neck

and it had all started with a kiss

one kiss

which fell on lips long since abandoned

by others

 

 

Footwork

Courage abandoned me

as fear carved out my insides

it took the road less traveled

veins and arteries

devoid of blood

for my heart had long ago ceased to beat

the only rhythms of life

trapped in my head

recalling a time

when my feet knew the songs and the steps

and weren’t too afraid to dance

 

 

Flim-Flam Man

You’re a charlatan

a sham fraud fake imposter

a flim-flam man in a Ford

a peddler in false hope

your lies suspended in snake oil

to make them slide down easier

“Come one! Come all!

I’ve got just what you need”

you shout

hawking your elixir to unsuspecting women

promising results

but never delivering

Take your spiel

and your wares elsewhere

as I have no patience for a shyster

whose life is already promised to another

parading panaceas

 

 

Misery Is Terrible Company

When the pain becomes too great

and all of the old vices fail to satisfy

and you’re silently screaming for help

but it falls on deaf ears

and all the fat people are now

thinner than you

and you’re an obese cow

who no one ever wanted to buy

because you always gave the milk for free

and what that means is you’re a slut

and you’ve been used and discarded

and you’ve forgotten how to put

one foot in front of the other

so you try to talk the talk

until you can walk the walk

but you fail miserably and trip

and fall on your face

but who cares

because your front teeth had a big gap between them anyway

and you have no outer beauty left

but it was only a disguise for your inner beauty

which has now also abandoned you

and misery is your only companion

and loneliness dances in the shadows

to a tune of your own composing

 

Unclaimed Ashes

Today I am lost to the gloom

and know I will wind up a lonely old woman

who will die alone in my house

and by the time they find my body

my seven cats

named after the Seven Dwarfs

will have picked my bones clean

but you can’t blame them because they were starving

and they don’t have opposing thumbs to run the can opener

and when they post my death notice

no one will recall who I am or who I was

because I never did anything of much importance

and after they burn me up

my ashes will sit in a little cardboard box on a shelf of some mortuary

because my son will be too busy to come pick them up

and eventually they’ll put them out for the trash man

and it will be apropos

since most of my life I have felt like garbage

 

Anachronism

I remember

like it was yesterday

30 years ago yesterday

how could I forget

that smile

that southern accent

that you dipped your fries in mayo

that time stopped on the dance floor

that you were 30 years too early

and I’m 30 years too late

and I’ve got a great sense of rhythm

but it seems my timing always sucks

and you

just like all the others

love someone else who isn’t me

 

Avocado Rotary Wall Phone

phone

 

All my feelings have taken on a hazy effect, like my heart has forgotten how to feel strongly, and my memory can’t even recall

So I put on my galoshes and try to figure out how to wade through this game called Life, when it’s more like Monopoly and I’m always trying to rob Peter to pay Paul and Mary because the tax man cometh and he always wants more than his fair share

And all those people who promised they’d never leave me are all gone, and my avocado rotary wall phone never rings, and the pencil waits at the ready to dial a number but I’ve forgotten how to use the phone book or call information, and I didn’t really want to talk to anyone anyway

So I fill the tub with hot water and Mr. Bubble and climb in with a glass of Cold Duck and take a handful pills which are really just Smarties left over from the last Halloween, and I push the radio off the side of the tub with my toe into the water but the music just goes dead because it’s a transistor that I used to carrying around in my bike basket with the plastic flowers

And I think how the 70’s and 80’s ruined me for the 2000’s and this place sucks because our president now reminds me of numerous ex-boyfriends with tiny penises who loved to gaslight everyone and lie to themselves about being good people, when in fact they were narcissistic assholes who cared nothing for no one, and they’re raising armies of people exactly like them, influenced by social media and their need to be the center of everything

So I don’t fucking care anymore and wish the world would fuck off

Blight

 

peach

 

I am a spoiled peach

with a pit as my vascular organ

 

As my body has become softened with time

my heart has become hardened

 

Bruises and tearing of the skin

a tome of inner vulnerability and weakness

 

When did the rot set in

so much putrid pulp traveling my veins and arteries

 

If only they’d used kid gloves

when handling me

 

Now leave me beneath the tree to decompose in peace

lest I contaminate the ripening fruit

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Collection Agencies

My coffers are empty

because no one can count on the kindness of strangers

when it comes to paying emotional debts

morally bankrupt

the only direct deposit I can make

is the alcohol

straight into my gob hole

meant to fill my trust account

but it too

leaves me sinking

The usury of life

is too high

it’s extortion

and I’m no good at forgery and fraud

and hush money has no value

when you’re a truth teller

 

 

 

 

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