like a tornado

It was so unbelievable
I couldn't even get mad.
I laid there with her,
just staring up.

"That was the stupidest thing you could have done.
The worst.
Do you realize what you just did to him?"

She didn't respond
and I didn't turn my head.
The shock of silence
contnued to fill the air.

I spoke softly,
in a voice as though I discovered something.
fuckin bitch
fuckin bitch

"What did you call me?"
We didn't turn our heads.

Fuckin bitch.
I reaffirmed in a normal tone -
soft, but not weak.

She didn't respond.
I knew if she cried, it wouldn't be for me.
We cuddled and we slept.
It's hard to identify crazy.

Instant gratification

She knows me well.
She's done her reading,
Done her research.

She makes sly allusions
of silent thoughts and neverminds.

She knows I'm over my head,
naked and incapable of long term plans -
She slithers around my neck.

I feel so...happy!

I haven't searched for a picture of you,
Can't even bear to type in your name,
nor pronounce it in my head.

You are embedded into my dreams.
I feel like you're safe from me.

Our relationship has never been so healthy.

entropy

She doesn't try hard anymore.
I think she knows I don't like her cooking.

I don't know why I don't compliment her more.
Some nights, I know she's glowing
If I let it slip and ask for seconds.

She's like a child,
like a dog.
and it's so awful,
and it's so sad.

I don't know if she's sick,
or I made her sick.

We're both sick -
we're sick.
In the evenings,
the lights are dim,
the TV's droning,
huge and blue.

...

These old fat fuckin white men -
some can barely piss -
with driplets on their suits
and sweat on their brow;
their only bulge from their belly
and their fat briefcases,
and cowboy fantasies.

...

Don't let me fall in love with you, baby.
You'll never get rid of me.
I will be on my drunken horse,
under the moonlight.
Come out!
Come to me, my dear.
Bring me some sandwiches!

Under the moonlight,
I'll sing, I'll sway
songs of love and hate.
Roast beef and peppercinis:
Baby, if you take me down the street,
they have a microwave.

fatal flaw

A leaf withered
  and crushed a bug
 into the ground;
   into Nothingness:
What's his sacrifice?

His perspective ends.
He would have to become
Presumptuous -

His arrogance.

...

I love to hold your throat, I guess.
I hope you try to run away.
I get protective of you, baby
when I share you with other men.

You came back to me!
You have much more tact than me.
Let me wipe you down,
my sexy slithering
white snake.