Bug Zapper
You could tell me again
how you love my voice on nights
you can’t stand your own
because a mouse and a lion have traded tails,
not just tales, and jails, oh, you said shadows
You could tell me again
how you grew bored of predicting
her every word
You could say anything at all
But instead, you say everything
by saying nothing
because cowards keep secrets
thinking there are such things
Cowards daydream
of shopping sprees and gold-digging ditches;
of bronzed beauties and secret winks
serving up blowjobs and foot rubs,
all while jerking off into cracks
of couch cushions
because it’s summer and they’re not wearing socks
to avoid confession
or even saying anything
they really mean
The weather reports more passive-aggressive hail
All hail the passive-aggressive, they save us
from The Devil
And by Devil, I mean writer’s block
You say everything by saying
nothing, you’re brilliant that way
And by brilliant, I mean
Blinding
It’s cool, new eyes for a poet
are easy to cum by baby
We get off on having nine lives
MEOW (I wasn’t yet a lion)
Your brilliance once rented a room
on the ocean floor of my desperate eyes
Desperate because
I thought I was drowning at the time
but silly me, I’m a water sign
Anyway, turns out
you’re the desperate housewife
of the mouse house
that played the part of the least convincing
soul I’ve ever roared inside
Cowards never get to fuck poets for very long
because pretending is exhausting
and because pseudo bug-out panic attacks bore us
One fine day, they just wake up
zapped
Horror Sleaze Trash 