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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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DEBBIE KIRK
Sweating Underneath the ice Insomnia is a gift best reserved for the damned The tick tocking is mocking beating hard deep inside my chest Glowing with irony as its long arms touch me And it may be an urban myth but I often dream about waking up in a tub full of ice and the sharp ones are angry with me as they spent hours cutting only to find out the hard way just how heartless I really am Each time I have this dream The men with the knives have aged a bit You come along and think you're on the yellow brick road to Oz You've never seen me hide behind my own curtains pulling out my teeth one by one and throwing them at paper. If you see a girl who looks like me wearing ruby red slippers it's only a coincidence I can't even pledge allegiance to the flag place your hand over your... yet you want me to pledge my devotion to you? You'd have a better chance beating the flying monkeys at a game of chess I heard the glass crystal break years before I left Kansas Ain't no cure for suicide Ain't No Cure For Suicide Wondering What's inside a demon's pocket Or if Satan’s liver Is bad, The masses are waiting For me to pen The great spider web sonnet But I blew my stamp money On cyanide And there Ain't no cure for suicide. These Pricks with needles Send me head over heels, Tripping over sunflowers While The Father and Holy Ghost Have gone fishin'... The son, left behind, To wrap up the trilogy, A traveling salesman Nailed from the very beginning Hustling soul protection And hot crucifixes, Busted Tossing halos out To the pure and clean Like some Mardi Gras For the angelic scene And every time I think of my calling I cry Because I sold out resurrection And there ain't no cure for suicide. Armed and Dangerous There are small guns, But personally, I prefer the big cleavers For the dramatic effect, of course. You're probably wondering why I chose you this time Why I picked your door to knock on out of all of Suburbia. And this is the best I can come up with... Somewhere in your cold veins, Flows the blood of the one who raped the girl in the parking lot... Somewhere on your family tree, Probably deep under the roots, is the one who sodomized mentally retarded boys. You should really thank me If you knocked on my door, ready to expire my ride I would feel enlightened I would feel like the chosen one. The tears, and the struggling. All so pointless And spineless You will probably have an expensive funeral. Where people will buy beautiful flowers you will never ever see. And there will be an article in the local paper: "Woman brutalized in her own home... Police believe she was murdered by a Middle aged white female..." It will be right between the article. about a man who raped his daughter. And the article about the guy who blew up a school, and got off on a technicality "Police consider the suspect Armed and Dangerous." Debbie Kirk, 33, lives in California with her boyfriend and cat. Between moments of dancing on the rooftops and swearing off humanity, she writes the word and plays with the paints. You can check out a review of her work [here] or her press page [here] |
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