I know you've heard the story Read the lines Dropped a dime The ugly duckling Who's always fucking -Her chances for the Midas Touch Touche. One day, She'll get this right An ordinary witch On an ordinary flight. Or maybe she'll just land. Cry a little Die a little Learn a lot Gracefully sink into the family plot Peaceful zombie vessel Under potted flowers Ground down to a perfect powder May she rest in peace This wing clipped beast.  

What's that? She isn't herself these days? Her plummiting mental health you say? I'll kiss your cheek, Lay you to sleep And then slit the throat Of this awful sunset Twilight Zone lullaby. They say one day She'll land on a funny farm With all of the nuts and the squirels. But today she'll just break your heart. Yes this "Ordinary tart" This "Queen of fumbled Plays" A goddess in her own right. But don't get the wires crossed. Don't mix up the signs. And this time pretty boy...

A penny for your thoughts, Princess Sweet angel Goddess of smut Flame tosser Lovely entertainer of mine I can offer you two at reason Three is lucky But four is just impractical Speak if you must But mostly just stir Stir baby You know how I like it You are overdramatic at best But remember that Nobody likes a stool pidgeon.

You can sit here if you like But be gone, you. Because I smoked you away So you should keep walking. Catch my scent in the air Because I am responsible for the stench Because that lovey dovey smog, That fog I could not catch So I'll just lay here in the breeze This Piss Princess is smoked stoked So just let us be. But then again, What's one more. So just let it out on me, in me. I can smoke you away too Just like playing a flute What could you possibly have to tell me That I haven't heard Thi...

She could get lost in grey hoodie eyes Any day of the week Little crinkled heart shutter flutters From being in her pocket so long But do breathe in plaid cloaks Today and yesterday Because tomorrow They will have gone Through the wash twice and a half Swallow your jack-o-lanterns whole And hand jive in the shower Or else you wont make it back by sunrise. The kisses were too soft The embraces, too quick And the strokes too free Sandwiches he made her turned to ash on her tongue And the ink he...

He held her hand And kissed her neck Tickled her back And told her how beautiful she was. Beautiful. How cliche. OH YOUR LIPS OH YOUR TEETH OH YOUR HAIR Your eyes, your lashes, your skin. Every word out of his mouth, Was dripping with two cent Romance novel toxic waste But she ate it up in three large helpings. She was gone with the wind And high as a kite With romantical blood rushing to her head. She took the bait. Even if it was just a dress up romance. Stand in. As rental service as puppy...

Please don’t look at me. I am feeling poetic. What else is there to do While sitting in a puddle Of Imagined Anticipated Perhaps hoped for girl tears in an empty bath tub. Inhale little girl. Because one day, It really will be the day. And that’s the only day You will ever really know What it is to Live Die And sit pretty For everyone else. But In the mean time, This is for you; Smoke Dance Prance And yearn. Run around in vicious Redundant circles Of meaningless fucks And ungranted wishes. La...

There is a sad sad hippie headed for the east coast Yes’ir a sad sad hippie They say us writers, Write about ourselves too much That’s because that’s all we can over analyze Without crossing without the okay to walk sign We can write down what we see Observers of a different kind New kind The rest we can guess What we can’t guess, we know What we don’t know, we make up All I know is that I see, A sad sad hippie headed for the east coast With her Peter Pan companion Good for an adventure Good ...

I want my BABY BACK BABY BACK BABY BACK Sing it Oh Susana, Honey, Baby, Darling Oh Sugar Plumb, Honey Bun Sing it loud n proud Like that time on the bus When we all thought we knew What meant all that and a bag of chips. Bring it down and kick it out Screech your non-sense It's a twist of the wrist that's turning that screw. Just keep the beat baby. Don't lose that beat Or you can never forget it It's the stain between fingers where a cigarette once layed Six feet under Still lies like a rug ...

By Kristy Gallegos This is a song for every girl Who has ever fallen With her nose Pressed up against the glass. --Not for the boys though. Because little boy, You will love again.... You will feel that pulsing In your southern region And follow the spinning needle To a greener pasture To "live off the fat of the land" And be able To dance around your campfire With little reminders Few and far between But the smell of a love Lost, sacrificed, stolen or sold Here on the main floor, Can never q...