Terrorism @Daveny

Terrorism is far enough away

He can pretend it doesn’t exist.

Terrorism is far enough away  

She just has to share five minutes of silence.

Terrorism is the movie villain they don’t have to hear is coming.

They can just turn off the television and put little Carey and Mitchell in bed.  

And they don’t have to question a single goddamn thing.

Because terrorism only happens in brown, foreign countries.

Ink Blot @Daveny

I’m afraid of the doctors and offices

Any kind of sterile medicinal, psychological practices.

Afraid of their stethoscope and certificates

Afraid of all the years they’ve spent studying.

Lifting up the paper with octopus juice meticulously patterned on the page

Afraid of being asked:

“What do you see?”

Afraid of describing all the scenes: the battles and the power. The struggle just to suffer.

The vulnerable yarns that keep me together. Showing the patches in my sanity. My subjugated tolerance. My disservice to my conscience. The injustices to humanity. The murders and the plights. The sound of destructive children crying. The beating of a hopeless heart. The context of  cynical tragedies. The bloody oppression that lubricates the many. The yelling, the shouting, the gnawing off my own limbs.

Then Dr. Lay-it-bare says

“You’re fine my dear, you won’t need to come again.”  

Conjunctivitis @Daveny

There must be something wrong with my eyes cuz this brother is looking fine.

I swear I did gay til he sent me his smile.

 

Is there a redness in my sclera cuz this red skin man needs to be clearer.

He coming in like an infection and my iris is showing some contention.

 

Did he just offer to read me bell hooks?

Did he just sing bout pelting jucks?

 

Let me rub them again so I can be sure.

Cuz I’ve had conjunctivitis before.

Pussy Politics @Daveny

It’s my pussy and she does what she wants.

She does who she wants

She goes where she wants.

 

She doesn’t like to be tie down

Or kept in the house

Or petted aggressively

She needs to be free.

 

She’s rather prissy and pretty.

Ever so soft and she keeps herself clean

But sometimes she messy and brings home unwanted guests

She used to have a craving for regrets

 

I like my pussy.

It shouldn’t be a statement to say.

But I have seen neglected ones in my day.

Abandoned, ashamed and cast away.

Poor pussies who were controlled or unclaimed

 

So this is for my fallen pussies.

The one’s who thought they were not enough.

Who thought they were too loose or too fucked.

Who thought they would never be loved.


There is no such thing as a bad pussy.

City Life

Don’t snap.

Don’t quit.

Do spit.

 

Don’t cry.

Don’t skip.

Don’t step in shit.

 

Is that human’s?

Are they human?

Am I human?

 

Drink.

Just drink.

You’ll make it if you knock back one more drink.

 

No one say’s hi when you walk by

No one looks you in the eye

It’s our mission to maintain the hive

But I miss feeling alive.

 

I miss seeing the open night sky.

Miss what the night sounds like without sirens

Miss being touched by the silence.

 

Miss a space not shared by a rat.

Miss it so much I wanna go back.

Wake up and replay same porcelain plate different day.  

 

Making paper that polishes someone else’s silver spoon

I’m just a fox pulling at the plastic trying to break through.

I’m just a fox pulling at the plastic trying to break through.