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Angry Washing Machine
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
 
i am working hard
but he still laughed at me, so
kicked him in the neck
 
audio porn track
leaves me aching for action
but no one's around
 
four thirty daily
she moans, yells and screams: OH GOD
later the feng shui
 
she was the only
kama sutra amateur
at the swinger's lounge
 
she wears glasses now
the boys don't notice the winks
come hither glances
 
no one notices
what she does under the desk
librarian girl
 
she dreams in pinstripes
office suits and coffee mugs
stacks of finished work
 
looking at our hands
can't stop staring at your wrists
hidden beneath mine
 
when she pounces there
she leaves tufts of her black hair
stuck to me like dreams
Monday, April 12, 2004
 
somehow it's doubtful
that what i'm looking for now
is under rainbows
 
punch me in the face
cocktail splash, kick to the groin
she goes down down down
 
there are things unsaid
understood with small gestures
and unwritten words
 
prescription cowbell
jangly toe tapping music
forget the drum kit
 
sadomasochist
lick the scars and draw the blood
draining plump veins dry

 
just a small swift kick
to his water bottle there
drenching his notebook
 
she dances lonely
gliding across checkered floors
never left alone
 
two new DJ girls
give music to empty ears
intelligent rock
 
electronic children
rusty gears but polished chrome
bongos and cymbals
 
harold broke his wing
playing air guitar at shows
he is one lame duck
 
talking with your cat
will slowly drive you insane
baby talk nonsense
 
he dropped the glam rock
said goodbye to the glitter
and picked up leather
 
she invented punk
with just a chemistry kit
and broken guitars
 
she likes it subtle
the paint smudge in the background
it stands out to her
 
polaroid pictures
capture fast paced second scenes
please do not shake it
 
never good at math
one plus one never met two
just zeroes and ones
 
satan's pajamas:
hot peppers or swastikas
fuzzy skull slippers
 
leg shaking disease
caused by over excitement
from your pretty face
 
apostrophe boy
coat of grammatical errors
hide a good writer
 
finger icicles
one more tap on the keyboard
he'll have hooks for hands
 
nintendo game skills
may one day win me a boy
happy now with Toad
 
too good to be true
similarities a ploy
to get me in bed
 
look, there's jetpack dog
legless hero saves the day
reward him with bones
 
she spoke in riddles
taking pride in confusing
the opposite sex
 
she spoke in street signs
wearing red like a warning
green like go ahead
 
map out the island
plunder, sail, drink rum, treasure
all in a day's work
 
watch out Jack Sparrow
he is looking for a crew
not a new captain
 
put down the cutlass
eyepatches, fly swatter swords
backyard pirating
 
note to self: don't jump
to conclusions on that kid
jew fros are in now
 
note to self: don't judge
people based on rotting flesh
zombies can be friends
 
note to self: don't die
there are plenty of rock stars
left to decieve you
 
note to self: haiku
is a dangerous hobby
think in syllables
 
note to self: don't lie
unless it gets you free stuff
in your small mail box
 
bus stop rocketeer
lost amongst the exhaust fumes
you deserve it all

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