bad tv
Bad TV tells me what to eat . . .
The weak

Bad TV tells me who to love . . .
The corrupt

Bad TV gives me something to listen to . . .
New American Myths

Bad TV tells me what to be . . .
Her, no wait, her, no, wait, him.

Bad TV tells me where to go . . .
Into the corral

Bad TV gives me my gods . . .
For only 6 easy payments

Bad TV shows me how to look . . .
Over my left shoulder

Bad TV tells me who to fuck . . .
The depraved

Bad TV tells me who to blame . . .
Anyone but myself

Bad TV shows me who to laugh at . . .
Myself

Bad TV gives me sound ideology . . .
Subject to change

Bad TV tells me where I came from . . .
White Trash Mongrels

Bad TV tells me who to be . . .
Next week's episode.

The Bath
In hot water sinking
Thick steam rising
My muscles softening
Eyes slowly closing
A cold touch is prickling
As bare skin is tightening
Hot water soothing
Hands gently kneading
And inner heat rising
Then, time slowing
A rough finger probing
Legs gratefully spreading
My body now tingling
From passions heightening
Too soon its overwhelming
Ten toes curling
Muscles rhythmically clenching,
My voice lowly moaning
The warmth rapidly spreading
Strong hand slowing
As tension is leaving
Loving touch lightening
Deep voice whispering
I feel myself smiling
In hot water sinking

Bishop
You got the answers mister?
Yeah, you with the Big Scary Book
And sharp judgements.
Are the answers yours?
Well, tell me something . . .
Who's a girl got to blow around here
To get a Ticket To Heaven?
I played your Bible Games
And stayed awake in Somber Classes,
But I can't stop hurting myself. . .
Waking up in Strangers' beds,
Praying to That God you
Introduced me to as a girl,
That the Strangers will Love Me
Completely . . . This Time.

Okay mister, I'll tell you my Secrets
Since you Promised to give me The Key.
I'll spill it all, here's my soul all
Young, Naked, and Nubile . . .so
Where's the Road To Paradise?
Why are you looking at me in
That Weird Way that I don't
Have the Good Sense to run from?
Do I really Have To answer that:
"Did you enjoy it? How much?"
Does God really need to know?
I'M not even sure, really . . .
That gaping Hole in myself
Still yawns with bitterness
That I am just Too Young for.
Hold it a minute Mister, your
Face is getting all Red and I'm Sure
God already knows the Details . . .
I don't feel so Good now, I
Think I should Go, okay? . . .
You know, that's All Right,
Somehow Your Forgiveness isn't
So Meaningful anymore, who are
You, anyway? . . .To Look at me
Like That? . . . Let me Go.

Bitch . . . Puh-leease
I never asked you to build that fucking shrine.
I just wondered if you wanted to
Come over and get stoned with me.

I'm nobody for you to look at like that.
I'm just me . . .
Cool like Fonzie.

Don't give me any of that weepy creepy grrrl shit
I don't buy it, sell it on down the line
To that other girl who needs it

Give it any PC name you need to, it's
Hero worship . . .
climb up and bite me.

I don't owe you a thing in this life little sister
So just drop the guilt trip,
All because you never saw me cry

What did you really think that meant?
I'm human . . .
Belly button and all.

How do I tell you these long tomes of my crimes
Just bore me absolutely spitless?
Do I really have to play?

I like to run with scissors you know,
I just don't . . .
Play nice.

I catch you looking at me like that sometimes,
And though I crave your lips,
It gives me the creeps

Can't you just grow the fuck up?
Really . . .
I insist.

Bitch Sisters
The cobbled pathway
In the dark
In these heels
In the rain
Was not so bad as when
I walked in and said hello.
I must have been mistaken for a
Man, a rapist, a father,
The way they looked at me.
Like I had come right from
Straight People's Hell
To claim their bitch souls.
I never got the chance to say the
Biting words meant to satirize their flannel
"Thanks, but I like "women".
As these creatures were so
Different from me and the
Women I have loved.
So much more like the men
I fear that it shocked me.
But I'm a nice enough sort,
I have a joke and a grin for
Everyone I who crosses my path,
But not these bitter, suspicious
Sisters who pegged me to the
Opposite wall as I walked in.
I don't fit here, and I
Didn't fit there so, where
Am I supposed to stand just to
Have a friend, just to feel some warmth?
The cobbled pathway
In the dark,
In these heels
In the rain
Was much easier to take
On my way back to the car.

Black Widow
So I'm the happy shiny one now.
You, the dark eyed brooder.
All these years later, we can
Balance each other out.
So now this seems to be working.
We're in love, just not in focus.
All these years later we can
Finally get along.
I said, "funny thing how".
You said, "shut up you think too much".
I said, "but . . ."
So you kissed me.
Of course you miss me
I'm just so silly.
So you're going to take me out there
And show me your black PVC world.
And I know that you're afraid that
I'll just jump right on in.
So you keep an eye on me
While I whirl and twirl I your leather world.
All these years later I finally
Get what I wanted all along.
So we're ready for this now.
You can finish what you started.
So I've made that first move,
Now it's your serve.

Bong Life
Hot smoke
Burning
Sick lungs
Filling
Heart rate
Slowing
The anxiety fades and
I can breathe again
Words like
Addiction
Names like
Junkie
Make this
Hopeless
I call myself names but
The craving still comes.

The Bottom
Something just fell out,
I think it was the bottom.

Could you . . .
Check it out for me?

I would,

Really,

But I'm afraid there
Might be
SPIDERS . . .

Or,

Maybe,
Other
SCARY THINGS

Like my soul,
Hanging there,
Clinging to my
Insides . . .
Dangling.

Because:
The bottom
Just
Fell
Out
Of my
World.