5 X 5 = 25

 

 

 

my most vivid childhood memory

is of being closed in by too many walls

and suffocating in the gossip smoke

thinking to myself

My God, I Am Not Human

I Am A Robot

well, no...I must be human

see the blood

and all that hunger

and all those tears

but I could not

break out

of the

cardboard box

there were never enough crayons

and it bothered me

that I could not fly

finally I figured out a code

I told myself to remind myself

that five times five equals twenty-five

there is

no variance

to that

that is one thing

a girl

can

count

on

 

My Daily

I'm no good with the lurk.

I suspect sharks and jellyfish.

Usually the culprits

are innocent surfers

in search of the next tube.

It's all in me

a universe contained

pulsating

shimmering

burning

out.

Resist me.

Please.

I cannot

resist

myself.

I am in love

with bringing

all the toxins

out into

the light.

I'm looking

for that

one special

fucker

who'll tell

me my ugly

is pretty.

This special fucker

will not be lying.

This special fucker

will be Henry Miller

reincarnated.

I'll be like Anais Nin

but not exactly.

I bring much more

to the table

than pouty seduction

that easy fix.

I know how

to take care

of myself

and I do,

frequently.

I come here often.

Yes.

I'm looking for

some kind

of tango.

Something so strong

so carved in stone

I'll be okay

dying

in

it.