Shotgunned, I am malformed
13th April 2010we can talk about death and that’s final
like why do you assume i must protect this little hole
little girls obsessed by unicorns why do you suppose
i am so obvious
candy-coated trash swag
no respect for masculinity and no respect for blush sincerity
or how stupid we must seem with our sex so unprotected
we must be stupid we must be
because is it fucking worth it with twenty or fifty years to live
i think we must be
14th April 2010 at 3:26 am
That was gorgeous.
14th April 2010 at 3:46 pm
ditto.
14th April 2010 at 4:03 pm
Unicorns give me the horn.
Which is to say .. I very much like this poem.
(Though I wasn’t lying about the unicorns. Was I, Myrtle?)
(Myrtle is my pet unicorn.)
(Say hello, Myrtle.)
(*Completely imaginary unicorn makes unicorn noise, whatever that is.)
17th April 2010 at 10:35 pm
Cheers Flesh and Valerie, sweet.
AUW: I think unicorns sound like a loop of Pancake Lizard.
19th May 2010 at 12:30 am
I think your poetry is great. Stop by the Saloon and submit something to share with the dromedaries, malcontents and jewels of the world. First drink is on the house.