Priorities

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How could I love you

When the breath you

Breathe is another man’s

In the modern world

A person’s quality

Is weighed in empathy.

Did you mean any of it?

Or was it your guilt that

Drove you to deceive me?

Do you have time

For my playdate?

Or am I sent to the

Back of the line?

Cujo

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Though I hurt you before

My mouth infected with golden hang nails

Puncturing feminine skin

Nerves tap dancing like bursting

Boiled alive blisters

Though you’re the broken heart

I hunt and stalk

Wild and crazed

Possessed by rabid anti biotic

Coursing through brains

To the putrid formaldehyde scrap of my brain

Spawning personal feral entities

Naked

Knuckles bruised

Blood painted on concrete walls

Hunch backed

Eagerly anticipating the kill

To leech and destroy

For the joy

Of watching beauty die

Loss of Words

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These are the moments

On frost bitten edge

When a pretty face

And a well written word

Asphyxiates

Instead of astounds

When swimming lessons

Make you drown

Falling over each other

With clashing lips

When words

Can’t hurt enough.

Meow

I’m not interested in being your house cat
I don’t have to calm down
Before I talk to anyone

To show you what it’s like to feed off of barflies like air
I have a bowl out back
Printed on the side
It reads
“Wifey”

That’s where you belong
For there isn’t enough room in this bed
For all of us
And you’re a few pages back
On the waiting list