Sex Fiend Drama Queen 10-26-06

Just a sex fiend Drama Queen
wearing fishnets
and tacky platform heels
making use of the only asset
she deems worthy
a prostitute to love
an emotions whore
is it just attention she desires
that drives her
t be a street tramp to the climax
or is it just a reaction
to the man she adores.

~ Mindy

Puddle

Your naked
and sedated
lying on that alter
sprawled across his bed
Your heart is reeling
from what your feeling
your thighs still revealing
still soaked
still wet with the essence
in which you've been dealing
and beware of building
imaginary castles in your head
they're not part of the plan
because sex isn't love baby
and love isn't sex
so don't place that bet
on a drop of shared sweat
because the bed, in reality
is just a place to sleep
so don't sell your soul
to that puddle on the sheets.

~ Mindy

written 7/21/06

Fate,
You spun your wicked web
across my soul
Gripped my life
tight , between sly fingers
un-caged my captured spirit
and tugged on the threads of my destiny
And like a good puppet
I danced,
in the intoxicating feel of your drug.

~ Mindy

written 7/13/06

A pair
of perfectly placed spectacles
provoking my mind
to the preoccupation
of you
and the pleasant perfection
of your personal paraphernalia
perched beside
my paraffin stained
scribbles
of poetry night.

~ Mindy

Definitions to Know:

Poetic Regurgitation- a purge of thy system in such a way that mimics that of personal creativity but lacks in tact and style what it makes up for in true Artfulness.

nowhere

no matter where you go
you're a thousand miles from nowhere
thousand miles past where you've been
thousand miles towards somewhere
even if it's written in the stars
for you to make it anywhere
thousand miles in any di-rection
would land you on that square
over there
still standing in place
thousand miles from no where
and no more close
to your destination
than a thousand miles ago.

~ Mindy

Mercedes Benz

Now up that track behind the house about 10 paces toward that bean patch and up the hill, walking until I reached that spot where Aunt Passel got stung by that bee, you remember that? That poor woman swelled up bigger than a fattened hog, anyway I turned left at that spot and walked on up that chestnut tree that's up yonder and I stopped at that tree and turned three times and headed in the direction I landed. Up that direction you climb up past the tip of that hill. Now you can peek over that cliff but you don't have to. I just turned and faced the opposite direction and there sitting in an old knothole was the full version of Mercedes Benz. New Style that is....
oh lord won't you buy me a car that'll run, my friends all drive lemons, i need a big gun, worked hard all my lifetime, and money i have none, so lord won't you buy me a car that'll run

oh lord won't you buy me a - - of -, a bushel of red bud is trying to find me, i wait for deliver each day until three, oh lord won't you buy me a - - of -.

oh lord won't you buy me a gallon of jack, i'm counting on you lord to listen to me yack. prove that you love me and hold my hair back, oh lord won't you buy me a gallon of jack

oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town. i'm counting on you lord, please don't let me down. prove that you love me and buy the next round. oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town

everybody

oh lord won't you buy me a car that'll run. my friends all drive lemons, i need a big gun. worked hard all my lifetime and money i have none. oh lord won't you buy me a car that'll run. thats it...

lady luck

there are unmentionables jutting out from under my skirt
jagged hip bones and worn out sockets
stripping down and sticking to the teflon
i’m surprised to see me still standing there
the kitchen has gone cold and the bacon is turning
times like these are sometimes like these that slip
a petticoat flipping off an apron and strings
i want to have control and eat it too
going to vote home the pork and the barrel
lawful props to litter the house floor
spunky little woman nipping at the heels
tripping on the hurdled track for a rabbit
girdled and stuck in the middle
till the fat lady sings

~lill

Poetry Night 9/16/08

books

anger

still wonder sometimes

right

you also want

then

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who is right

to anger

left to wonder sometimes

if the books

of mother goose

leave one a little misguided

there is no anger there

just rhymes and fun times

mischief well rehearsed

and all is right

not shouting into the night

no crying

no words of spite

you also want the fairy tale

just as we all were led to believe

it exists, missed the mark on that one

shown the truth

in a wicked way

the way life gives you lessons

are a little less proper

a little less prim

a better teacher for the truth

a better choice of words of wisdom

might have been

the true stories

of The Brother's Grim

~ Mindy

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the books

stacked by the bed

in the floor

tell me no more

about your anger

than the way

you brush your teeth

you sleep

curled to the right

then you wake in the night

and you eat

you also want peace

soft fleece

while i am claws

and chaos with teeth

you pass by

less aggressive

than a zipper

on a fly

i still wonder sometimes

if you threw that wrench

into my plumbing

accidentally

an anomaly

~lill

Poetry Night 9/15/08

Wanted

Surrounded

Trying to force

His coat sleeve

Of

Repair

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Surrounded by stuff

Things he collects

Comforts to fill a hole

Trying to force

What is not there

Pushing and pushing

Rushing to repair

What he has destroyed

Within himself

that deep pit Of regret

that keeps pulling at his coat sleeve

begging for attention

that he can not give

because he can not live

like this, surrounded by shit

that does not fill anything

except the shelves

and around him

he has built his prison

his own hell

there is no room for him here

among the things that make up his fort

let alone love

let alone a feeling

no moment of peace

among his " Comfort Things"

~ Mindy

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wanted

surrounded

by the very army

that i founded

boots of my feet

stay grounded

broken up heart

impounded

trying to force

my tongue

to sweet talk

the magic back up

into his coat sleeve

ripped and stitched

so very far

beyond repair

~lill

Poetry night 9/14/08

Would anyone notice

Officer

officer

Unless

Left

He nodded his

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Strike an officer

And put in an arrangement

He nodded his head to the left

Would anyone notice?

An officer, missing

Sleeping with the fishes

Not unless….

Well just not unless…

~ Mindy

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raging against change

throwing down pain

into the streets

with tear gas

officer,

would anyone notice

if they called the left evil

if they told you we were jewish

if they told you we were terrorists

raging against change

and throwing our pain

through the glass ceiling

and down the well

officer,

unless you arrest

this dissenter

he will destroy

your country

your religion

your economy

raging against change

and throwing our pain

through the four freedoms

and into the pot

officer,

decades of fascism

there and there

they should end here

he nodded, his gas mask flapping

and he fired.

~lill

Poetry Night 9/11/08

Found it’s way

Rejected

They

Business

Images they allow

somebody

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Their brain was malnourished

Thirsty, dehydrated

From the images they allow

To creep up and brand them

Like this would be the last day

The last business transaction

And today they would sign out

Get their pink slip

A sign of rejection from the master himself

And hell was just a step away

Don’t travel too fast

Tread softly upon the red hot lava

That found it’s way into their soul

What happened to them as children

That could leave such a mark

And paint their journey

With colors so dark?
~ Mindy

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it’s just business

said the trap spider

to the lady bug

which had found it’s way

into the sticky silks

somebody had to do it

happy images they allow

to hang in the web

and they grow pale

rejected

because the moth

makes a better meal

tonight

~lill