

Sleep is for the weak-heartedI can feel the butterflies prancing their drunken dance and swurvy walk in the pit of my stomach whenever I sleep.Sleep is for the weak-hearted
I haven't seen you in nights; my eyes sewn open with denial-thread, while the love-needle pierces X's and O's through my lie-chapped lips.
It's better this way, though, 'cause I might say something awkward, or mention my boyfriend like I usually do before you go.
We're so used to cheaters never winning, but I've already won despite the fact I've cheated on him with you time, and time again.


Love-faceI've always imagined an eye-makeup pencil pressed to your cheek. Each connection make a giggle and a heart.Love-face
You weren't kidding when you said, "I have 'love' written all over my face."
But these screwy hearts don't do you justice.


Drag-Queen ChicWe were here first, us drag-ass queens. Clicking heels on cracked pavement, patchy-shaven legs, overdone hot pink lipstick and rouge to rule the road.Drag-Queen Chic
So, maybe we chipped or even lost a few nails. So, maybe we smoke too many cigarettes. So, maybe we've worn out our holes so much that -- big or small -- we take it without notice.
So, maybe, being anomical is the new chic. After all, we were here first,
dragging ass-queens.


Third Eyes Are UselessMy mind's eye has been blind for months on end. It's just been blinking (and rolling) round, round.Third Eyes Are Useless
It's searching for something like my Samson, and I'll be his Delilah with too much facial hair.
I've patched it up now, and opened my eyes
for the first time in months.
And there you were
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Before an important decision someone clutches your hand--a glimpse of gold in the iron-gray, the proof of all you have never dared to believe.
(Dag Hammarskjold)
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