Hour
One - on the run from the dog
Nazis
( for Kristen de Kline)
the haters
drove me down to Lawless road
three foot high
with trigger fingers
on their tiny Hello Kitty
phones now
lapping up ditchwater
under the Gestapo sweep
of headlamps
the haters think they won
right now they are playing dress ups
with my clothes
squealing
with my dog
do
I hear them
in the distance
the rusty dinky wheels of
entitled tiny demons
above my head a night-blown siren
marks the damp hour
here in Lawless
I’ll find the Troll they say she’ll help
me out
here's an old poem
ReplyDeletehello kitty has no mouth at all
how can I not love
your eloquent silence
it speaks for all ages
of something unspeakable
you yourself are the round
cipher of euphemism
anorexia is a given
and there’s no oral sex
It's all spanish for Hello K
ReplyDeleteHey Kerri - thanks so much - I've survived another day or two down at Lawless, patches of blue are bursting through and Pariah Friday's are twisting and turning around. Must get back to posting - been buried under essays & procrastination paralysis:))
ReplyDeleteI decided that my lady best go see the Queen of Lawless for some advice! She is on the run form toddlers. Two more to go! All yours.
ReplyDeleteToddlers??? Hhhmm ... the Queen of Lawless is glad they've grown into teenagers... though toddlers do have a chaotic sensibility that could indeed go down well at Lawless. I'll stay tuned!
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