Let me tell you
I always keep one foot on the outside
I hate crowds, teams, groups and constellations
What the hell is the cosmos?
More than 2 people together, it’s a conspiracy,
it’s a fracken world order.
Where is my earthly exit?

I know where the bees go
when the honey gets too much
( after all, the queen will always have her nectar)
They are exactly like him, in all the wrong way,
moving in a pack, following lead.
Sometimes, he shakes his head maybe hoping
to fill the gap between my teeth, and I wonder what if
I had been a one-of-the-guys sort of gal.
Would I be … ?
Hell, two people can become a crowd or a dead end
Yet I somehow bet it all on the three-legged horse relationship
I striked big: the fusion of two souls never to be apart,etc…
an instant, a page drawn out of the book of some dead poet

Now having been a butterfly,
I have to turn back into a catterpillar.
and this time, unlike the bees, I will not stray from my flight path
Exactly like him, I will entice/buy/steal a soul for less, strip it into little parts
and sell them for more;
My love will be entirely capitalistic
I will join the crowd so I can better feed on them
I will wriggle my green caterpillar bottom at the top of the food chain,
and you, my love, I will show you spite and rage
I’ll show you how it feels to walk alone in the dark

Schmurpose
Burpuse

That’s what I’ve thought lately
about finding my identity
where i’m supposed to be
and in what capacity,
what i’m supposed to do
and how best to please you.

The only conclusion then to reach
is that i’d rather just be on the beach,
sipping from a strong drink
and trying my best not to sink
into the quicksand of oblivion
brought on by my suffocating boredom.

as a child learns for the first time to
lick his fingers and pinch the candle
wick, he cant stop it’s so amusing,

you’ve stifled my excitement