Doll Fingers with Bloody Scrap Metal Nails
Like a ghost angel she removes
herself from the painting
on your bedroom wall
because she doesn't belong anymore.
Soon enough you won't
belong here either,
but soon enough for who?
I mean, who are YOU?
We all have our handful of reasons
for continual shape shifting.
You will never be popular again
unless you turn into someone new.
As lonely as a blue blue star.
You don't trust
you, leaking in transit,
filled with incognito blue
velvet, blue roses, pink room strobes.
All you do is hide behind the noise.
(line in Italics is from the song "Blue Star", lyrics written by David Lynch, music written by Angelo Badalamenti, sung by Isabella Rossellini/Dorothy Vallens, in between parts of the song Blue Velvet in the movie Blue Velvet)
Doll Fingers with Bloody Scrap Metal Nails
Don't you dare critique me right after I die
if you didn't say anything about me
when I was alive.
You didn't listen.
That indicates you'd rather not hear
or see or interpret what you don't want
to hear or see
until it's gone.
Then I become another drowning
body. Unable to speak for myself.
Tangled, flopping
in different webs.
Yet somehow illuminating
the tiniest interstices.
Doll fingers with scrap metal nails.
Arms slowly turning into wings again
while someone tries to cut off the nails.
Soon I'll be hiding
under the bed again.
Stuck in semi-
oblivion, trying not to drown
in this oversaturated whirlpool
that feels like rotten perfume.
Creating my own soundtrack
which hardly anyone hears.
Doll Fingers with Bloody Scrap Metal Nails
I am blue ears inside
your private underground
swimming pool.
I am a giant cherry pie
with a blood red head
wrapped in plastic.
One day I'll cut off the crust.
Turn myself into another disaster.
Watch my mouth expand
into more apparitions
with screaming teeth.
Dark screaming orifices
directed at all of you
who are acting too light.
Wait 'til the lights are all gone.
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