I have a voice 

Life on a glass cake plate
Elected captain
Of the bent weiner patrol

The laundry has been done
All the little pots and pans
Have gone to bed early
Tucked away
In their warm foamy bliss.
The holiday dishes
Have been called to the front 

The cold morning light
Illuminates the dogs breath. 

Leaf Camouflage milkshake.
Nougut colored fur.
Wise mind thought bubble.
Chicken flavored chicken 

Republican butterflies
Wet spot on my jeans
The right socks
The right vest
The wrong tie
MRI sex machine
Pickled in a salad
Slaves to a fickle vagina 

More more more
Less more
Less less

I have a voice
And that voice is loud
That voice is scared 

It’s not easy

Show Poem… No one is a frozen wave / Sat. Nov. 7/ Mills Records KC,MO #Poetry 


Untitled photo by Rachel Sky

Woke up not thinking.
What’s in your pussy?
Hands inside.
Fingers like sky scrapers
Poking through the clouds.
Back pocket full of wanting.
Hair creeping out from beneath
Pancake panties
Hot black coffee straps
Burn a path
From the house to the lawn.
You’ll never feel better
Until you admit that there’s anger

The ghost of a cat
Teaches us to individualize
Our restraint protocls
To love ourselves
Trusting the beat.
Hanging out after the show.
We all understand the pain
Behind every note
The dots connect
Where the love is
That is where
We all have our sides
In plain sight.
No one is a frozen wave

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