yawning in the face of your starving courage

whisper to your girl
the one who fucks you, strapped in
forget that you like holes too
just do a line of sober with a clean chaser.

worry your scars red
rubbing the past pain back into them
then cover with your Brownie Buttons of self appointed courage.

lecturing with prickly righteousness
hunting another calamity to become victim to
i smell another badge called Survivor on the way

and i will bend some more and be your bitch
my peripheral vision is catching all your posturing
go ahead
i'll be your wrong


fight the wait, the weight
starving to a stick..figure.
bone, pale your most prominent features

i'm a little bored.

force feed yourself a pez and get on with it.