I imagine it would be a bit like decapitation...
Macaroons, I’m looking forward to next week, ready to put this one behind me already. I need to get back into my poetry & other artistic endeavors. I need to let my quirks out. I’m exhausted & frustrated & really kind of pissed off. I want to believe in fortune tellers & signs & God, but they all seem to be ouija board game pieces at this point.
My life’s a trailer
for a film that will never
go to production.
Muldoon mastered his
class & is prepared to be
a movie star dog!
Ready for my star on the walk of fame!
Cohabitation
thus far consists of fighting
& cake, for some reason.
I’m a matador,
taming the fierce El Toro
coaster at Six Flags
Love cracked on the floor
from the same rotten egg yolk
as infomercials.
All the Twilight kids
forgot how to act in the
vomit of Eclipse.
I feel like I’ve lost
my artsy organ. Guess it’s
time for surgery.
