dying for Christmas version 1
December 5, 2007
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
trimmed
sang to
and toasted
(rip a suckling child
from its mother)
(put makeup on a statue)
(be happy at a rape)
now lies on
its side
in the gutter
alone
with hooks
and tinsel
blowing in the wind
Celebration Ale
December 3, 2007
I
will
be gifting
a few six packs
of this festive beer.
Please buy yourself one
as a gift from me!
Happy Holidays!
budku2
December 1, 2007
One week later…
November 29, 2007
I spin the can
of mixed nuts
peering into a greasy
kaleidoscope –
not a cashew
to be found
only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain.
They are all
that remain
of the feast.
the Bush Lecture Tour:
November 28, 2007
gather round the glow that is everywhere
November 27, 2007
small mansion
two warm voices
thanksgiving
dirt hut
two warm voices
thanksgiving
he is a coward
August 27, 2007
he once stopped by
and promised to resolve
my shattered bones.
he dried my tears,
placed a candle in my heart,
but not a flame.
he proclaimed,
I will never abandon you.
then he left.
he left to have sex
with violence – like John Wayne
slapping a woman.
although he showed up,
he never returned.
again and again.
Little Debbie of Death
February 14, 2007
be my valentine
(with eight twin-wrapped cakes
of corn syrup
processed sugar
processed flour
interesterified palm oil
partially hydrogenated
cottonseed oil
TBHQ
diglycerides
propylene glycol
monostearate
polysorbate 60
red 40
and
twenty three other ingredients –
all for $1.05 )
I will love you forever
(with 3 grams of
artery clogging
surgery producing
medicine funding
saturated fat
per tiny tasteless cake)
you are my sweetheart
(with 26 grams
of system shocking
limb losing
rehab needing
insulin breeding
heart pumping sugar
per two cake “serving”)
dying for Christmas
January 20, 2007
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
trimmed
sang to
and toasted
(rip a suckling child
from its mother)
(put makeup on a statue)
(be happy at a rape)
now lies on
its side
alone
with her hooks
and tinsel
riffling in the wind
qazse 