NYB–with Debbie Kirk
Welcome to the Machine
There’s no time for chasing whiskey with shadows, when the cross is crooked and graffiti covers it like a hip hop totem pole. Territory marked with piss, Love is a card trick you see on the street corner, sex is fake currency and propaganda for the illuminati. I used to carry a gun, tucked in my pants.
Self-Absorbed and still leaking, I cut Joan of Arc’s hair with an old rusty straight razor. I would strap on a chainsaw and take Wendy O’ Williams right here on this floor. I would sit next to you on the porch swing if you’d tell me a story. Just remember I’m too old for fairy tales and I never believed in santa claus.
Georgia O Keefe prints line the walls of my therapist’s office
I saw the gift horse there once, but he kept his mouth shut because he didn’t want anyone to see his rotting, slimy teeth.
At your triage in this whole pyramid scheme, many people will ask you to repeat your allergies along the way. Then I think the answers are super-micro-ultra-uber-zapped into the giant “Welcome to the Machine”.
I’ve never been anyone’s girl next door. Women, take control of your sexuality, stick out your chest, and put down your spiked heels. A psuedo -socio-voyeuristic photo essay exploring my thoughts on the term “feminist”. Is what I told you I was writing about.
claustrophobic. We are both just using each other for one last breath. So sometimes when you are sleeping I put my lips on yours and inhale as much as you in as I can. I’m not sure who I’m trying to finish off, I only feel the approaching suffocation, and choking on wishes granted by shooting stars.
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Captures the mood of these horrific times, Debbie. I like that line about carrying a gun. Keep going.
Debbie….you are pretty amazing….I would qute you a Prince song right now….but you are probably already singing it.
Yep…you spill your soul on this one…and to me, that’s the sign of great poetry!
hey debbie, it looks like the gift horse is a victim of social services budget cuts, aren’t we all! therapy and teeth are considered luxuries. lets smile big anyway. i really liked the piece.
debbie babe–no, you never have and never will be anyone’s
girl next door–you razor tongued priestess, you…loved the piece!
aww thanks Joie. And Dawn…..I AM singing a Prince song.