Thrown about on top of each other and scattered with my identification.
I'll tell you who I am.
I am all your dark parts.
What you don't want to show up.
I am your discarded mind.
The one you don't want to see.
Clinging to wallets and dental floss with bits of lint.
I'm not worth keeping.
Shimming down the flag pole In an exotic titty flop dance with little make up on I hit the Formica and my feet feel cold.
I'm the one you don't want.
Lining up shots of some sweet liquor.
Chains around my waist.
Don't look there.
Holding tight onto the spinning fan and twirling like paint spattering all sides is who I am.
Running and falling on glass.
It's in my mouth
Your dark parts.
Giant steps towards waste and land.
Can not accept
Smile at the fat jiggles.
Laugh at old socks.
Beat the drums.
Who you don't want to see.
Rock and roll.
No money in them.
Scarfs don't hide the soul.
Plants fall off the deck into the cesspool and melting pots
I run to cover them without shame.
Beating them into china.
The ocean is right there
Behind my smile.
My credentials need a letter of recommendation.
Trained purple fences are my credits.
The lovers follow the fool who follows the moon.
I pile on seven blankets to hide my CBGB t shirt.
It's still there.
Placing the candles in a circle next to the vase of flowers I close the sliding doors to shelter us from the wind for she will pound us and burn us and make us wet with her force and velocity and potency and trouble.