Excerpts from the sticky suite

Dedicated to William Butler Yeats

(a found poem)

..."and lifts to the changing moon his changing eyes."

and while still I may

I write for you,

the Love I lived

the dream I knew.

our souls are love

and a continual farewell,

but I was young and foolish

and now an full of tears.

and I, Unwearied still,

Lover by Lover

could share in that discourtesy of death -

to find out some appropriate pain -

to find what once I had

and know what once I have known

until I am driven mad;

but too long a sacrifice

can make a stone of the heart.

I have the wisdom love brings forth -

for he who makes you bitter makes you wise.

and in the foul rag and bone shop of the heart

only the dead can be forgiven -

but when I think of that my tongue's a stone.

and I am fastened to a dying animal

that must sleep shriek struggle to escape

as recollection or the drug decides.

William Butler Yeats

(various poems)

Dedicated to: RuPaul 2010 & Michelle Visage 2011

she

spits

smokes

tells dirty jokes

drinks

smiles

hitch-hikes for miles

she uses

she quits

in love with her tits

pierced and 

tattooed

and in a bad mood

she fucks

she brags

dumps all of her snags

she 

just got paid

needs to get laid

wants to hire a maid

but she ain't never afraid

one day she'll be rich

claim the throne of a bitch