being someone (twenty someone)

to be honest
i get excited
start believing
life can be
a certain special way

but not
how it
really is

being nobody
and really being
nobody

feels better

than gettin’
all excited like
trip-hoppin’
clubs

the end up
two am to
six

any night
any morning
except maybe
mondays

dancing
lights
dawn

buddha garden
drug dealers
licking lips
circling
hips

being nobody
getting shot
over billiards
on cue

really

being nobody
feels a whole lot
being nobody
feels whole

being nobody
used for sex
on a side street
san francisco

not far away
in some dude’s
rv

who you met
under lights
synched with
sound

fucked around
fucked with
for fun

for no particular reason
giving yourself
to anyone

or someone
who cares
who loves you
cherishes you
for a weekend

being someone
belonging
is real

miss middle name panic

Stress
took over her life

panic
her
middle
name
became

Red hot
to the touch
Cold facing
the clock

Miss
Middle
name
panic

hummed
weathered bars
fractured
eyeball capillaries
curled into
snowballs
melted
down 2
floorboards
down 2
disappear

Until pray
One day

turned
somethin
over

stress
got arrested
by the
fashion police

panic confined
2 a cold copper
bed

who knew

steal this poem

i dare you

to steal this poem

take it

eat it

digest it

cut it

copy it

confabulate it

feed it to your pets

fabricate it

press it

throw it against the wall

stomp on it

send it into space

toss it into the ocean

play with it

talk to it

recreate it

its yours

 

New Years b.i.t.c.h

Thanks to (image courtesy of) Viva Nova and all the strong women in my life, who inspire me to be a real b.i.t.c.h!! Xxoo