for my friend

They chopped off my head today.
It fell to the ground without rolling away
I sang a quick song
and gurgled "Hurray!"
Had no clue my feet
were so dirty and gray
and if I were not dead
I'd wash off the clay...

But they chopped off my head
and I painted the sidewalk
with splashes of red.
No sense of completion,
no eulogy said
they stood me up tall
and chopped off my head.

Love,

Cara

tree please for me please

I keep my head busy
with saturday thoughts
and tie up my fingers
in personal knots
I loosen my feet
in the flimsiest ways
kicking the wrappers and
racing the strays

I want a pine tree
to erupt in my room
in minutes
there splatters
botanical doom

Le Fine first floor panties
with needles of green
pokesnagging the lace and
insulting the seams

a hot captain coffee
tossed up from below
while some hungrychumps eggs
dust the branches like snow

I faint like a witch
who smell her own grin
who cant stand the green
or the heat of her skin

I laugh like a doll
in a jewelry box maze
kicking the clasps off the
racy hurrays

I chooses my dresses
and partners to trap
but can't can't CAINT TWIRL
'less the latch is unclapped.

doing the prostitutes job

If millionaires were afraid of death they would not smoke.

or fuck sad women.

but they do.

I am thankful for an end in sight.

and the poverty which makes the wait.

the poor do not fuck sad women.

they need too much cheering.

and their women do it.

for free.

like me.

gladly, see?

doing the prostitutes job.