lonely que

im surrounded
grabbed shaked pulled
shouted and full
but lonely
so quiet inside my mind
i wish for
something good

The Unemployment Diet

can i borrow a belt?
mah pants are fallin off
yep lost 5 lbs.
and maybe a few ounces of hair

Husband Support

A pendant (from Old French) is a hanging object, generally attached to. . .
coda- the end.
works in a pinch!
but it trips on my tongue,
stubs its toe on my tonsils
and claws its way down
down
down
to my gullet
for which i have built a box
to hold my secrets, such as, but not limited to:

1) the branch from which the object hangs
2) i lead a double life (in conjunction with and bi-laterally dissecting my notsosecretlife)
3) these scenes from a movie for which i have no name:
a man awakens and gets ready for his day. shower. shave. breakfast.
he walks from his building to an apartment across the street, gets undressed and gets into bed with his ex-wife. the alarm goes off right away. he gets up and again gets ready for his day.
shower. shave. breakfast.
it is a long term charade he plays to protect his daughter from the divorce. he has no idea that his daughter watches him walk across the street every morning as he heads to her building...

and aside from that, apparently, myself being so awesome and what-not has thoroughly
emasculated him
and therefore I must pay
pay
pay
in nothing less than bratwurst, booty, and/or tokens for the Laundromat

i want to say

i spend all my money on staying low
i complain about being broke
but i lie
addictions own my paycheck

Lakewood Diet

try to plan around meal times on
afternoon-shift-day, desk-day
consistently Monday.
goes somethin' like: coffee,
meal replacement drink (not beer),
meal replacement drink (beer).

its helping me
be super customer friendly
consistently Monday

take that Victor guy
last week,
flashing four rows of teeth,
lurking the night lot, and
successfully
creeped me the fuck out. with a smile!

this week
changing tactics but i know
his leering voice and
the Mexican surname game
(im smart like that)
So Atilla will be his therapist today,
the screwdrivers in my lap, and
not so much with the smiling.

I swear sometimes I dont have
the adrenaline supply necessary for
consistently Monday

who drank my mini coke?

because

i paid his rent.

and then im like an idiot, and my collar is wet
and i think i might barf and im
stagnatory - for days now. and there are
little plastic baby proofers in my outlet

that publisher cleared my house
fed my mouse
and i say ergo ego! me-no need-o!
i want to come back again
and maybe say "POET!"
o
tho
i do prefer to shout

because

i forgot how to use my words