i don’t want to talk about it.
i don’t want to talk about how for three years
my morning routine  has been prozac and just enough coffee
to disguise the fact that i haven’t
slept in four days.

i don’t want to talk about how
the boy with the subaru coated in grateful dead stickers
loved me and how i ran because of this.

nor about how my birthday is in
19 days
and i still want to die.
another year come and gone.

i am a stranger in my own body.
maps written in a foreign language.
my ship has sailed,
my breed extinct.
going
going
going
gone.

Last night,
my psychiatrist told me,
i was a brave girl.

I can't help but wonder,
how much she was paid,
to say this,
to all the other
girls
too.

( FAH )

In visions of the dark night
  I have dreamed of joy departed—
But a waking dream of life and light
  Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
  To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
  Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream—that holy dream,
  While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,
  A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
  So trembled from afar—
What could there be more purely bright
  In Truth’s day star?

Due to the graphic nature of the universe, creative expression is advised.

Mrs. Mulch is trying to get up to speed with all the goings-ons

"Penny for your thoughts?" she heard some one say
"After all, that's all they're worth"

"Here's ten cents, got buy a personality" somebody replies

She can't get used to the permutations of people's supra-mundane lives

She's dropped her defense mechanism
"When I say you I mean me"

She pokes holes in their logic
"When push comes to shove the going gets tough but push never showed up and the tough have gone to shove off"

She returns home to water her Venus flytraps

"Things have changed"

My private username  is in the Public Domain

I guess I'm too headstrong for all the bubble bursters

Placate my phosphorous soul
I'm sorry for my outburst
I'm an oddball

Inconceivable
What am I to do with these overdone and overdue Blockbuster tapes I have just finished over viewing?

I contrive white elephants for all those who tip the scales
Whose guesses are as good as mine as to how some make time to fold a thousand origami cranes

I've been beaten with broomsticks and Plexiglas riot shields
Because I was looking for the middle way between indulgence and denial

But rest assured, the glum lobbyist is going to counter balance the dumbwaiter
As the elevator operator takes the escalator because he's all about time management

When I was young I could see people's guardian angels and auras
But now the angels are gone and only the auras remain

"I hate my life and all the choices I'v mad that have brought me here"

The Benchwarmer with peeled eyes and a chip on his shoulder
Was all ears but under the weather

The Pick of the Litter told him to hold his horses and that he could not pass go to collect two hundred dollars

Bob his Uncle was down in the dumps that day
And ***** his Aunt's eyes were bigger than her stomach
But she had a punchline so funny it would rock your socks off then proceed to knock them off  even though they fit like a glove

But somewhere in the crowd there we're various whisperers and a soothsayer who knew The Benchwarmer would win it big single-handedly that day

And they all shouted from the stands

"You got a good head on your shoulders, you little pain in the ***!"

I once knew a girl, a very stranger girl so opulent
Who said she'd do anything if I showered her in compliments  
She told me to bow, and that now she was my queen
She said the key was to talk sweetly, say things I didn't mean
I lied in the bed, enjoying the moment, no words were spoken
A few hours of that then she said, "take me home"
She said she'd see me again if fate allowed
She told me to tell her she was pretty, I laughed out loud
Now, she has a man, her number one fan on demand
Empty, meaningless words just for her and her lack of confidence

A line has been drawn
And you have nothing to say about the height chart in the door frame
***** smocks
The ebbing and flowing of passengers in the middle seat
Who do nothing but leave coffee rings everywhere they've been
And say, "my left shoes has a sturdier soul than I do!"
Then forget to close the toaster oven
Rusted lamp posts and artificial flavoring
The Kettle telling The ***, "don't do me no favors"
I see clear coasts and those who've missed their boats
They should have taken their piece of cake
Now, this is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you
Getting back to business and usual
Better make that eyelash wish count
It's a free for all
It's sibling rivalry
For all the brown-nosers
Who live up to their reputations of raised leg urination
Give me a pull start
And then demote me to cabin boy
       -Tommy Johnson