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the dark bird is back

bigger than before, not as big as when she’s done

what made you think, little chick,

that you were anyone?

the dark bird is back

meaner than before, and hungrier by half

what made you think, little one,

you were getting out of that?

the dark bird

the dark bird

she’s back.


“forgive,” said the chick with the crystals and candles.

“it’s the only way to heal your heart.”

she’s as soft as a broken egg.


mama, i don’t forgive you.

you blew a disease into me with every poisoned word.

i thought you hated me for being not enough like you,

but you hated me

for being too much like you,

and for screaming at the top of my lungs

the things you swallowed down and choked on.


kill that girl

kill that girl

kill that girl

but dress her nice so the neighbors don’t talk.

Oh, but mama,

I talk.


I say here’s my heart

for you, mama,

now that you’re as soft as a broken egg.

here’s my heart,

every piss-yellow rock hard sharp spiky bit of it

for you.


a gift.

i’ll leave it on the table as i leave

and your friends will say,

“who’s that girl? one of the staff?”

and you will say,

“yes. i don’t really know her”

so they won’t think badly of you

for raising a heartless daughter.


for artistic impressions with margaret


Posted: 01/13/2014 in house of love, Uncategorized

all i got to say is

you better be dead.

you better be in a ditch someplace,

out of your head


cos if you coulda called

knowing i was here waiting on it

what does that say about how you treat me?

it says plenty.  it says it all.


i got to ask myself,

do i really still feel the same?



hello? baby?

what happened?

sit tight, sweetheart.

i’m on my way.

looky, mama zen–

more fucking banana bread.

i hope you’re grateful!


a very special personalized Xmas haiku for Mama Zen’s Words Count at Real Toads.

don’t cry

Posted: 12/17/2013 in Uncategorized

it was fucking ten degrees out

at five thirty in the morning.

it was still dark and i was

getting dressed for work.


the day before, i had had about all a girl can take;

i guess it showed on my face cos some bitch said,

“don’t cry”

in that snarky way people use

when it isn’t their turn to fall apart.


anyway, i didn’t want to go, but i was going

like i always do,

doing the next right thing

like i always do,

when i thought, wouldn’t it be nice to just stay home and get high.


i went to work

and stayed there til my eyes crossed.


doing the right thing.

don’t doubt it.

don’t cry.

my new dog

Posted: 07/07/2013 in Uncategorized

might’ve forgot to mention

my new dog.

she don’t speak no bullshit,

so she don’t know what you’re sayin’,

no matter how sweet you say it.


might’ve forgot to mention

that you best not just come through the gate like that,

like you used to,

whistling and full of your damn self

on your own schedule and full of your own news.


might’ve forgot to mention

my new dog.

she bites who she don’t like,

and she only likes me.

you better clean up your leg,

but not here–

go home, cos i ain’t about to accept

your next damn apology.


Posted: 07/04/2013 in Uncategorized

the girl made of stone

spent the night alone.


the girl made of air

kept cardinals in her hair.


the girl whose name was fair and fine

bathed in spit and iodine.


the girl who filled the clouds with rain

cried and cursed and went insane.

Coal is retired.

Posted: 10/14/2012 in Uncategorized

Please visit me at Shay’s Word Garden.

zombie zeitgeist

Posted: 08/05/2012 in Uncategorized

sunset already? fuck meeee.

gravey-grave was feeling so cozy, too.


okay, whatever. sooo…

wear this again? why not?

if it looked good last month, it still does, right?

god, i’m a genius.

no more washday blues.

hey, what’s this? on my feet?

that wasn’t there before.

better get some powder or something.

“i felt bad that i had funky junk on my feet,

til i saw a zombie who had no feet at all.”


where do i get this stuff?

coal black,

fucking genius.

man, could i go for some brains right about now.

i wonder how many calories there are in brains?

oh who cares, i’m losing weight anyway,

finally! none of those other diets ever worked.

grapefruit diet. shut the fuck up.

brain diet baby, hell yeah, drop a dress size, woohoo!

where’s my mp3 player?

flip this baby on….

shamble hoe-nay, do the shamble, that’s right lalala…

coal workin it,

from beyond the grave,

even death can’t stop me,

paula abdul watch and fucking learn, girl.

oops, can’t forget to feed kitty…

kitty kitty, here kitty, mama’s got brainy feast for youuuu.

there you are!

i got to go.

be a good kitty!

see you at dawn.

ha! some things never change.


for real toads sunday challenge, featuring the photography of teresa.