Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts

I Know Why Jackson Pollock Drank

Tell me
what kind of cleaning products
are most efficient
at eliminating those fucking stains
festering in the bathroom -
Jackson Pollack style
chaos
that can be wiped clean
with dirty rags
and my continuously
deteriorating affection.
You make a masterpiece out of me
whenever you sleep
entwined in lust drenched covers
as I shiver in anxiety
from the possibility
of being too familiar
with the contours of your bed.

Don't forget to clean the goddamn sink.


full title: I Know Why Jackson Pollock Drank - It was because of moments like this.
3.30.07

Hollywood

that squeaking is the sound of my hand
wiping the steam from the bathroom mirror
leaving a crude picture frame
with the photo of a girl
deep brown eyes
glinting something dangerous.
     i thought of you in the shower
as you invaded my mind
like vile nightmares often do
an image of you
grinning at me
in navy blue boxer-briefs
hollywood dripping from your eyes
toxic lies
pushing against your teeth
squeak...
     squeak...
          squeak.
broken picture frame
just cold glass.
the fog has risen
since i've been force-fed the lesson
that nothing gets easier
except forgetting your face.
     now my one last thought
is to run my tongue
up your throat
before i slice it open
one clean incision
to shut your deceiving mouth.
gurgle blood
and think of the day i let you touch me.
that's it baby
look at me
as i hurt you.


8.9.06