Insomnia doesn’t like pillow fights.

I’m having a pillow fight

with the ghost that lives in

the corner opposite the window.


I throw the pillow at her face, 

but it just ends up spit stained

and back in my own.


The clock butts in, hands on his hips,

to say that the sun is done fucking the earth

and I should really dress myself to greet him.


I throw my pillow at the analog face, 

only to have a hole cut in the pillow case

and it shoved over my head

as a semi appropriate dress.


The ghost waves as I pull at the hem

of my too short dress before laying her head

on the naked pillow in the corner opposite the window.













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Two Chewbaccas Chew Tobacco

I took my first hit
at the tender age of 18

and fell in love
with the fabric of a couch.

We made love
in the way couches do,

cushions pushed up
just enough to show the springs.

Afterwards, my friends took the dog on a walk
leaving me to have
the after-fuck talk with the furniture.

It kicked me out, so I tried to bum
a cigarette from my friends outside,
but instead they sprayed me with a perfume
and gave me a lightsaber, fishing hat, and
a homespun sweater.



May the Fourth be with you.

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I’m sitting on the curb
waiting for the zombies to
press start,

so I can start collecting coins
to buy canned food
and power-ups.

I want to unlock
the phoenix super-kick.
(I’ve always dreamed of
being a street-fighter.)

I just need the heads of
two more zombies,
the virginity of a NPC
and 10,000 coins.
I could always
buy some with
the RL money
I earned from
my college work-study job.



April 26 2014

Day 26 of NaPoWriMo

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Dear Mars,

Your peanut M & M’s
are too large.

I’m worried they’re
going to get stuck
in the trachea of
a seven year old
with pudgy, sweaty
chocolate-smeared fists.

you could remove
the peanuts?

After all,
nuts have nutrients
and no one
wants that.



April 25, 2014

Day 25 of NaPoWriMo

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Liquid Phobia

My roommate gave me
an ice cream sandwich
and a cherry Caprisun.

I guess that means
we’re bros now.

We’ll probably
start sharing
make-up tips
and bras
any day now.

not vibrators
or tampons though.

Fluids other than
my own discharge down there
scare me. I suppose, that’s why
I make my boyfriend
wear a condom
and avoid oral sex.



April 23, 2014

Day 23 of NaPoWriMo

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Pigeon Superstition

I saw a pair of pigeons
fornicating on the concrete
in San Francisco.

I think they might have been into
BDSM, leathers and chains,
but they left before I could ask.

Bummer, cause
I wanted to write a poem about
how they did bondage with wings.

Then again,
they might’ve cursed me
if I’d asked,

made me infertile
or have my period
for seven years straight,

something like that
for all my impertinence
and bullshit.


April 23, 2014

Day 23 of NaPoWriMo

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What other esoteric ways do you think of your vagina?

In answer to your question,
I believe I’ll give her a name.

I was thinking Ophelia
till I remembered
she committed suicide
by falling into a river
while wrapped in flowers.

I’d prefer her to stay alive,
so perhaps another name,
maybe one I’ve never heard before.

I’d hate for my pussy to share a title
with a professor or prisoner of war,
cause she doesn’t quite have that type of personality.

She’s more of a writer
who would sit in the corner with a book,
drinking tea if she had a throat attached
to her lips.

For now, perhaps,
I’ll simply call her
Supreme Queen Overlord
or does that sound too much
like a McDonalds burger?



April 22, 2014

Day 22 of NaPoWriMo

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