JAMIE SUE AUSTIN
The Webliography of Me.
If I snip the neck
and stuff the rear
Sew the gap
and mend the ear
If I make the bear
fit to play
I will keep
the world at bay
If I shine the eyes
and fluff the fur
I can keep the boy
a…little…longer…
you came on strong recommendation
a shared misery or two
that should have
made for a solid bond
and left
like a gypsy after the con
like your father yours now
another man’s child to raise
and anger hot
and red growing inside me
and stole the black boots I wore
your disinterest painful
and his little eyes stare up at me
more of me but part a stranger
he is better off with us
without you and your father’s legacy
we’ll weed out the gypsy blood
and seed honor in its place
but I hurt for him
to think
that like a fugitive
you ran from him
so small and tender
and stole from him his heritage
just let me drive
gimme that empty stretch
of charcoal grey and midnight black
with only a few demon eyed
sentries
to slow me down
we’ll run that beater van dry
and push till there’s no fight left
in us
you and me, old scratch
we’ll get it all worked out
you just let me drive
I always wanted
to be the wilted flower
in the corner-
lashes petting two demure doves
folded over slender thighs.
But, I am the bull
and you are the china-
my loud braying
and pointed sharpness
shattering etiquette.
Your politeness
is a starched collar.
I itch
and fiddle with my cufflinks.
There is a flower dying in the desert: petals dropping one by one
It suffers not from lack of rain, but from lack of sun
The heat of breath - the kiss of dew - sustain it’s vein and leaf
But frozen in the darkness its dying from its grief
Too lazy to scan today…
This might end up being stationary…
No cheaper fun...
My rabbit has just spent the last three hours rooting around in a box of paper trash. I geniunely wish I could be so deeply contended with so few resources.
Almost every guy I know is going through/has recently gone through a horrible heart wrenching break up involving a mean spirited wench shredding their heart with icy fingernails.
Poor guys…
With V-Day coming up and all.. I kind of feel bad for the fellas.
So I made a little picture. It will probably end up being featured as a Non-Happy Valentine’s Day card on my other site later this week.
