2009 July:

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2009 February:

2009 January:

2008 December:

i’ve got two hours to get drunk
and
bandana bangers are callin’ me Lolita

i’ve got whiskey breath
and a bottle-bottom
i’m such an Irish-chiquita

i’m broke
so i shake my knees and say it’s nice to meet ya

a
twisted eye
pirate tooth
hurdles me some booze and tells me to get loose

i do, for two hours i screw
and then i dance the truth

i play my b-cup card and score me a whore

what a chore
that golden lady

i do her everynight

so did my mother
so do my brothers

but this time, won’t be like the others

this time,
i’ll leave her stomach empty
i’ll lock the door
i’ll swallow the key
i’ll chain myself to the t.v
i’ll move two inches when i have to pee
i’ll split my personality
between
junky and fever one-o-three
i’ll swallow them both, like i did the key
i’ll turn inside-out
and shiver
and say
“this is what i used to be”