Hate Male

  
I am so not into you-

I think your a weirdo.

I throw up in my mouth a bit

Each time I have to see you.

Your a part timer

Your an outright fucking fraud.

Your the stalker in my hedges 

Your such a fucking knob.

I need something better, 

In a world that’s half alive, 

You are such a gear box-

Your conjectures half applied. 

You’re the peeper in the pine trees-

You’re the gum stuck to my shoe.

A vulture who can barely fly, 

(Bitch!) I never wanted you.

  

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She’s Someone

Dan and Robin 

What a wholesome pair.

But Dan went crazy 

(He really lost it out there)

Maby it’s those genes-

(I said), maybe it’s those jeans. 

Men arn’t always what they seem.

She’s someone to abuse

The girl who won’t refuse

His heads a little swollen 

From the fully paid refuge.

So while he’s sleeping in till noon

She’s fighting off the goons.

He pretends he doesn’t notice

Because she’s paying for the room.

Dan is kind of flaky, 

And now he’s saying ‘make me’-

So they did and now he’s sorry 

(For being alive). 

A little happier than her,

But it just isn’t the same 

As letting her know

(Letting it show)

She’s someone to abuse

The girl who won’t refuse

She knows that he’s a liar.

And I think he knows it too.

Her friends told her forget, 

So, she told them that she did

But the cruel ones placed their bets

(And laughed like it was fair)

(Because) they really don’t care.

She really don’t care.

For his blue eyed price-

His face is swollen from a fight 

And now he needs her there, 

(What a lovely pair).

She’s someone to abuse

The girl who won’t refuse.

She threw his ass in jail

(Now he’s got nothing to lose)-

Except her sweet perfume,

It’s filling up the room

He thinks his tiny cell

Is gonna be her tomb.
                                  

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[*From THE VEAL COUPLETS—-(songs of veal), 
c.1992, by Jennifer Konojacki]



The Weak Link

                                       Part I

There is a dank, and terrible place-

(That used to be my heart).

Hollow, and without (even) a

sliver…of light, it’s 

abandonment screams (to my 

body), without effort. 

In darkness-its cold. 

The moisture it holds, (is 

uncomfortable), and 

I feel something, 

slithering.

(It’s resident horror-show 

secrets; abundant), are as 

numerous as the words, 

I will never hold back.
                                       

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To You, From Love…

Hey!…I’m waiting for B_____, (and reading your texts). I’m waiting, impatiently for the moment I see you. I just wanna hold you and kiss you, until all the anxiety, the imagined negativity, (the monstrous, looming, typical humanity), leaves me and  my body becomes yours again…(unconditionally). Until then…xo. Jennifer.

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[A text message sent, to “the one”, some weeks ago.]

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My Life

My boy-s have such beautiful eyes: all in the name of their minatory, blue-eyed Daddy. Perhaps he is a menace; you can believe me when I say…he is. Fortunately, for all concerned, (I see through, right to) their hearts…and it’s so familiar to me. My other two children (my son and my daughter) look more than a little bit, just like myself…an undeniable genetic fact, that has caused each some dismay. Their character is sound and open-(perhaps it’s just my eyes), but….I’m in love; the purest love with all four of my children…(perhaps I will live long enough to hear them call me mom).

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