kitchen poems

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

(exquisitely corpsed)
I'll do it...for you.
for you, for you, for you my bitch!
The night light needs a new battery
the candle wick is wet
But if you nurture it long enough there will be light.
"light of my life so brignt I can't see not,
Who's that girl...who's that girl..."
I see so much of me in her that it freaks me out
Do it for me
Is that Snoopy on the roof?
If you drew me, would it make me chuckle?
If I slammed my hairy knuckles into your
teeth, would that make you chuckle?
If I painted sad clowns on your penis, woud it
get hard?
Pure in a Purina Purina Pure
I want chicken, I want liver, I want Meow Mix
Please, for the love of GOD!
Shit it out. push. push. squeeze, shake grab knees.
push. push. slap thighs. shake. slap back.
grip legs. grip seat. drop. drop. drop.
blue paint in toilet water
She is not a sheath, she is a quiver...
And if you look at her funny, an arrow is going
squarely into your right butt cheek.

Sam del Rosario 1:25 AM


about it's fresh. it's raw. it's kitchen poems freewrite.
prompt "write where it hurts" archive connects reading list memento excercise the collective aa writers workshop - nyc mikekim miserychick	Tuesday, August 06, 2002 (exquisitely corpsed) I'll do it...for you. for you, for you, for you my bitch! The night light needs a new battery the candle wick is wet But if you nurture it long enough there will be light. "light of my life so brignt I can't see not, Who's that girl...who's that girl..." I see so much of me in her that it freaks me out Do it for me Is that Snoopy on the roof? If you drew me, would it make me chuckle? If I slammed my hairy knuckles into your teeth, would that make you chuckle? If I painted sad clowns on your penis, woud it get hard? Pure in a Purina Purina Pure I want chicken, I want liver, I want Meow Mix Please, for the love of GOD! Shit it out. push. push. squeeze, shake grab knees. push. push. slap thighs. shake. slap back. grip legs. grip seat. drop. drop. drop. blue paint in toilet water She is not a sheath, she is a quiver... And if you look at her funny, an arrow is going squarely into your right butt cheek. Sam del Rosario 1:25 AM