Monday, January 23, 2006

2 Poems Sarah Coville

My Liver's Spoiled

dull organs in my throat becomes
irritating, acidic and making me
(dizzy- too much we consumed)
feel like someone i always spit unto
men on the streets asking us for
(no drugs, trust me)
food and something wet
between my legs like her cat
in the rain that we're stuck in
me, myself and judy; the girl i loved

How You Inspire Me

you brought a knife
to the gunfight
(clipped 'em like an alleycat, honey)
you fucking idiot
in a baggie now
(wet; please stop leaking)
above my bed
three streets from heaven
(where i should have buried my heart)