RANDOM ISN'T IT

1. Ssssshhhhhh don't talk so loud.

They say that family lived here.

They seemed so happy! HAPPY.  Where the heck does it-

I know, gotta keep my voice down.

Don't want anyone else to hear us.

Don't wanta wake the neighbors.

2. I never thought it would be like this! The excitement! The adoration!
but then, in the morning, I wake up and nobody's there no more.
I got a headache, my tongue feels raspy and sticky at the same time, my
hands are shakin' and I just want more! More of that feeling, that. THAT.

The Black-Hearted Princess

The Princess had a black heart, everyone said so.  Was she born with it?                                            Did it grow that way?   She refused to give money to the beggars in the street, even tho she had plenty.  She walked on and over the downtrodden, lifting her skirts so they never touched the ground.  She sent her suitors on tasks so brutal and meaningless they returned discouraged and half-human.

I don't think it was always this way.  

I think her heart rotted in some way, maybe from disuse.

Maybe from heartbreak.

If a heartbreak isn't tended properly, and this is scientific fact, 

it can heal improperly, becoming misshapen and yes,

black.

The blackness grew worse until

it filled the cavity of her body, spreading so

even the sight of a unicorn frolicking 

didn't move her at all.

The kingdom collapsed, the king and queen faded away and the princess,

she went to live on a high Hill by herself,

with only her 

black heart,

her fading beauty,

and her memories of past loves

to sustain her.

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A Silent Story For You: MOTEL

THE HOLE

is there a hole inside you, too?

what do you use to fill it?

drugs?

drink?

women? (men?)

mine is bottomless.

is yours?

how did it first get dug, this hole o' mine.

i don't know when the first shovel full of (dirt) was thrown.

was i  young?

was i  old?

was it last week?

i want a bottom for this hole, i want to know how deep it goes.

i want a map, a chart a sextant to guide me.

throw me a rope, a message, anything!

i don't know if i'm at the bottom looking up or the top looking down.

i prefer the latter, but it doesn't really matter does it.

the tears flow but you know water will forge it's own course.

maybe that will guide me to the the beginning, to where the first load was dumped.

if i fill it in will it stay that way?

that hole, THAT HOLE.

i wonder:  is that me at the bottom?

LOOK!

 Hi
This is my sister and me while we were resting.


We had had a big show and we were tired
as hell.

The lights, the stamping and yelling
sometimes gives us an awful headache.

Then we just, you know, have to lie down
for awhile.

There were some funny things that happened
at the show tonite!

Well for one thing, the tent caught fire!

Really!

Vesta carried us out as fast as she could,
listening to the sounds of that audience
screaming was too much.

Also, a man offered us 10,000.00.

No, I will not say what for!

And don't ask my sister either.


Sometimes our neck hurts so bad!

We have a boy who comes in
to rub it.

We also do this trick a lot in the shows.

You like it?

 Oh I can't believe you have this picture!

We lived in that old stinker for 16 years before
Mr. Montgomery found us.

Sister whispers that he bought us, but I know that
Mama would never.

We were her angels.

 Yes, that was the sitting room!

Mama would rock us in that chair for hours,
sometimes.

I think I took this picture, or maybe it was
Sis.  On our first plane!  What an exciting
trip that was.  Never been anywhere before,
Never seen anything, DONE anything.

And now look at us.

Look!

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Dystopia Rulz!

How machine like can you be?

maybe you have a part of your body replaced with some metal or plastic.




you take pills for nutrition and energy and health and sanity; they keep you from veering off course!





Do you:

A.  drive a motorcycle; your body is fused to a fast engine on two wheels.

B.   drive a car?   you are the brain of a heavy, outer mechanical shell.

C.   ride a bike - you are a part of a mass of gears and spokes and wheels.

D.   go on two legs?  you are primitive and genteel, weak exposed and clever as hell.

Do you talk through a box?  Do you breathe through a hose?  Do you see through lens'?











Is this what we wanted when we first saw we were made of cells?  Is this what we aspire to be?
We are not smart enough to know what we are and where we came from!  Sorry, but there are things as humans that we will NEVER figure out!

Will we know when we aren't human anymore?  Some of us might become 30%'ers, like that's how much human or machine you are.

While we wait you can hold my hand.
gently.

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About Them Whores

A SILLY POME
"you have a box that you carry wherever you go"










The whores went out to play today;

They danced around and knocked about

They drank stale liquid from a water spout.

A hoop, a stick, a bouncing bosom


made their fun

all that more amusin'.

When the moon began to come out

you finally knew what they were about.

OUT came the whiskey! The dice! The sin!

Oh you will never picture it.

Around the fire they did dance,

and call feral gods and yell and prance.

The morning next the whores awoke

to rip-ped panties and the smoke


of the fire of their hearts,

from which they were so early forced to part.

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for C.W.!