Scrunchies Not Allowed

school bus forest fire
run out of the ashes
a lean liquid
are you ready for it?

who to sue?
call her up just to hear her gritty smile
splatter platter
eggs on toast

come now, don't be a hot dog
all wrapped up in a bun
as if you're worth something.

Nerves

nerves
gotta love em
that slick slimey sensation
of pure unadulterated terror
even when you feel so good
they just get in the way
nerves
do you like me?
nerves
will i win?
nerves
stage fright, stage fright.
nerves
we need to talk now
nerves
call me when you get this
nerves
nerves
nerves
are we moving too fast?
i haven't thrown up have i? carry on!




nerves.

Rhymes With Orange

smile once in a while
turn up the volume
when you blow your nose
you look so slick on the pavement

once in a while, i could believe
that we were meant to be
then i shrug and say
you wern't worth it after all

smile once in a while
it may be your first
your last
and your always

smile for me
like buttah
so smooth
you're creamy white
don't even think about it
you're so soft and lonely.

but only once in a while.

Angry Feminist Nursery Rhymes

As a youngin' i liked to walk around
and pick up chicks on the 409
all while whistlin' some humble tune
maybe some Rod Stewart
and clippin' my fingernails.

It's because you can lie
between my teeth
and vanish behind the sheets
in the blink of an eyelash
just like that

R.I.P

CIA FDA IRA PTA LSD UFO NFL RIP
look out in the meadow for
the people in the weeds
CIA technicians
marble bastards
petty theives

walking through the forests
wild things are all around
step over whatever
might be lying on the ground

rolling down the hillside
tons of colors passing by
my head explodes
my heart implodes
i crumble down
and die
CIA FDA IRA PTA LSD UFO NFL RIP
i am gone and you are gone and we're all gone yeah she said.

Can I Mow Your Lawn?

hello femininity!
calling up from the ground-
a subtle question
can i mow your lawn?
and you may not just see it
but i want to shave my head
grow out my leg hair
and date men!

Snap Crackle Pop

Up from the heat
A field of turnips
Giving life
To that gluey farmer
With his feet stuck
In the mud

Up on the beach
A half-eaten hotdog
Lays abandoned
A metal detector beeps
Something in the bun
Unknown riches

Up in the mountains
It's not really snow
But parmesan cheese
Sprinkled lazily
About the slope
With a giant spoon.