I Have a Crush

"God freaking damn it!"
Just wanna grab around his neck
really really really hard
and spit those words in his face.

Y E S

Yes.

I was a non-believer.

Yes.

I was a beautiful liar.

Yes.

I was an over-achiever.

Yes.

I was a delicate crier.

Yes.

I taught myself this.

Yes.

Yes.

I denied myself that.

Yes.

I resisted them so.

Yes.

Yes.

I refused them still.

Yes.

Yes.

I questioned it.

Yes.

I made up an answer.

Yes, yes.

I impersonated a slob.

Yes, yes, yes.

I reminded myself of a sloth.

Yes.

Yes.

I thought like a slut.

Oh yes.

I gave a damn like a saint.

Yes, yes.

I still am a non-believer.

Yes.

Yes, yes

and

yes

got mself

yes

yes

this

yes

yes

far

yes.

In Oblivion

Step into the cave

deeper
and deeper
to the deepest
and

push me over to abyss.

Float into the sea

further
and further
to the furthest
and

knock me over in oblivion.

Fly into the air

higher
and higher
to the highest
and

shoot me blind to the sun.

Sins of My Best Friend

That big-headed bimbo
spitting her speech before me.

That duplicitous dweeb
working her walk before me.

That squeamish squatter
twisting and turning before me.

Cursed be your hands in my palm.
Cursed be your strokes on my arm.
Cursed be the face behind your glance.
Cursed be the days of your silence.

May God forgive you.
I can not.

Invasion

Alert,

the virus,

will invade
your immune system
of cynicism
of criticism
of pessimism
of euphemism
of suspicion
of objection
of protection
of exhaustion
of distraction
of self-satisfaction
of assumption
of presumption
of arrogance
of ignorance
of indifference
of incoherence
of judgment
of assessment
of post-trauma
of self-drama
of over-thinking
of unthinking
of reminiscing
of dismissing
of doubting
of re-doubting
of daunting
of taunting.

Note,

the virus,

will make you have
feelings

and might cause some
orgasms.