To Kill a King
You kill a king with fire
Burn his empire to the ground
Sprinkle salt over the ashes
So his heart can never again take root
And re-grow
In the shadow of such a glorious blaze
Watch him evaporate like smoke.
I could be yours,
All you have to do is ask.
The sweet swell of my hips
The cusp of my cupie-doll lips
Could all be yours,
All you have to do is reach out, and take it.
All you have to do is ask.
Nice Girl
Nice girls are nice,
But sometimes
They just aren’t enough
So I’ll play this game with you
This little back and forth
It’s innocent, after all,
Or at least that’s what you tell yourself
So it doesn’t hurt quite so much
When you look her in the eye
When you hold her in your arms
When you lay your body down on hers
And whisper, “I love you”.
But I have never been nice
I have never been innocent
And soon,
You won’t be either
My purse is over flowing
With makeup
The cheap kind
From the corner store
That I stole anyway
And tampons
To staunch the blood
That I don’t bleed anymore
Since I ruined my body six months ago
There are pencils for poems
And pens for my journal
So no hard truth can ever be erased
Or forgotten
There are blank pages
Bound with wire
Begging for my attention
Hard candies
I could break my teeth on
An umbrella for when it rains
Sun glasses for when it doesn’t
Cigarettes that I can only stomach to smoke when I’m high
A few stray pennies scattered on the bottom,
Coated in dirt,
All I have left to show
After a hard weeks work
And a trip up there
It’s over flowing…
With all sorts of feminine secrets
That I just can’t stop
From spilling out
The Loneliest Whale in the World
This is the story,
Well it’s more of a tale
That’s told on the seas,
Of the world’s loneliest whale.
He was born in the ocean,
With all of the others
But this whale was not like
His sisters and brothers.
See he had a small voice,
One that was quiet and meek
So no one could hear him
When he tried to speak
His pod swam on by
When he called out their names
They went on with their business
And their seafaring games
Through all their loud laugher
And the songs that they sung
They forgot all about
That little quiet, lost one.
But one day they stopped
They looked all around
And they realized, quite puzzled,
He was nowhere to be found.
They searched very far
From the top to the floor
From the deepest of depths
To the shallowest shore
But no one could find him
And try as he might
To yell and to holler
His voice was too slight
They never did hear him
So they stopped their search with a sigh
And he swam on alone
He said his silent goodbyes
The years passed on by
And he aged like the others
He grew just as old
As his sisters and brothers
But he never, not once,
Had a friend in the sea
His whole life was just
So blue and so empty
And that is the end
Of this maritime tale
About the Earth’s saddest creature,
The World’s Loneliest Whale.