confronted with dresses
can we trade, for a slightly under normal exchange
spay me, my morals, this genitalia screeching for hope
Tag Archives: Feminism
Artillery
this love its missiles
cautiously crawls
leaving small white clouds
the vacancy of a midnight
irregularly beating
attacking my femininity
my somewhat rage
forth stepping between ones legs
am i insulting the world
the living things
your religion its infantry
galloping screams thrusting bullets
releasing what you pronounce
the devilish ecstasy
clotting in seconds
some chaos
for me
my terrible thrill
eagerly rushing to aide
you with your turban’d head
you so strange so marvelous
conquering the sweaty ranks
rewriting christianity
revisiting every mosque
every tracery
rib showing without security
where the unharmed poems live
rests evermore
she painted
a muzzled statue of lamentation
the frauds
the lines
her breast made of wood
tabled conversations
phobias coloring vibrations
the tangible headstones
it’s identicalness
marveling her skirmish ways
Ready for Trinkets
Lovesick almost like
Me who collects tribes
The virginal prayer skirting dust
Vanity in the envious corner
Attaching me to heavens
Backtalk woman sometimes
Hazardous fingers self steering my skull
Until my owls maps-out a better route
United States of Home Depot
Woman walks into Home Depot
Precisely ironic as walking into bar
Clearly fanning comedies
Greeted by light saving bulbs
Fancy domesticated tools
God do I truly deserve this chastity
I just want paint to cover holes
Who cares about credit cards and APRs
Excuse my pout my chalking mug
Do I know nothing because I’m skirt
Cease debates hurry up it’s getting late
Darling it is cyan magentas not brain surgery
Don’t question my toned theory bless me and mix me go
Must admit that entering Home Depot give-yourself-an-ulcer-stores is exactly how I love spending my mornings.
Collossal amounts of questioning when all you politely want is paint. Mix it grind it. Just give me my paint.
Don’t ask me about my life or how many children I plan to have. Ovaries are exceptionally off topic. Rush and ask Limbaugh.
My liberal brain thanks you with feminine smiles.
