Saturday, April 30, 2011

I Will Become the Worm

My belly is full
of shit,
still I keep on piling
more and more
fast food,
liquor,
and other shit
on top of the shit
suffocating my belly.

My tits have grown,
they want to drag themselves
on the floor
with my feet.
My waist line has exploded,
no clothes dare
to try and stretch themselves
around it.
My belly button has vanished,
there's nothing left,
but a black hole
sinking
deeper into my core.

I wish I was there too,
hiding myself away
from the ever growing ugliness,
away from everything,
eating my own lint
and belly hair,
turning into a pathetic pale worm
that loses itself in a perfectly new flesh cave.

My new home.

That would be nice
and easy
and pleasant
and most importantly
simple,
the only way
life should be live.

One day
I will have such peace.

Everyone of you will.

I will become the worm.

Monday, April 25, 2011

The Blasphemous Pussy

There's a church across the street
and every sunday
damned souls come to pray
for their sins
and during the week
AA meetings are held,
those helpless drunks need to pray
for their sobriety.

My eyes
peering through the blinds
watch them come,
watch them go,
completely bored
and saved.

My mouth
opening for a moment,
says they are all fucked,
says they need a wake up call.

Here he comes...

He's big, black, hairy,
and nutless.
He roams the streets
without a care
and makes cars stop
and wait.
He glares, they honk,
he takes his time, licks his ass
until he's goddamn good and ready to cross the street.

He strolls through the lawn
and shits on the cross.
After, he blocks the entrance to the church
and waits
for someone to open the door.

Once he slivers inside,
piss blasts out of his furry cock
and onto the pews.

They kick him out.
They kick him out again and again.
He's a reject of the greatest proportion
and doesn't care.

That's why
there will always be a bowl of cat food
on my front porch
for you,
my good friend.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Follow Her Dreams

She looked half
dead,
but healthy
and for the first time
in years,
skinny.

Her drastic diet
had worked.
Who knew
such suicidal practices
would lead
toward a better
physique?

At first,
I was concerned,
extremely,
and terrified
she would die.

My aunt
convinced me
otherwise.

She wears
a scarf now
everyday
even when
the sun's arms
burn the skin of
everyone.

She sweats,
doesn't mind,
she has to hide
the bruises,
but never
her newfound body.

New skirts,
shorts,
dresses,
and tights.

Who knew
this would work?

Every morning,
she places a noose
around her slender,
tender
neck
and hangs herself,
not leaving her feet,
just enough
till she passes out.

She has help.

She has her
daughter,
spot her,
untie her,
and put her
to rest...
for hours
she sleeps
and when
she wakes,
she can't eat.

Her throat
is swollen
and in excruciating pain,
therefore
food is of no
need
and she has no desire
to stuff her now
skinny face.

She takes
vitamins
and supplemental nutrients
with water
and this is all
she can hold
down
and all she cares to
swallow.

50 lbs
in two weeks
and the noose gains attention
from her impressionable
daughter.

The cycle continues...

The diet
is flawless
and is spreading
and to think
it all began in her
dreams.

You can be weightless
too
just follow
her lead.