POEMS BY: KRISTEN GULLICKSON
Prescribed Sanity
I've decided to stop injecting
myself with their remedies.
To stop making excuses for
why I Excite
and Question
and Panic
at the thought of what
tomorrow will bring.
Instead of the lull of dieing
with their procured toxins
keeping me at a steady hum
so no one can hear my screams.
Making sure I'm on an
even playing field
as all the other
brainless assholes
that forgot what it's like
to fuck
your way through that
fantastic orgasm of life
and smile because
for once your bed
has a right side.
To know you're unique
and embrace it
instead of
driving through the pharmacy
in your new
"I'm with the In crowd"
SUV depression.
Finally realizing that
the only thing holding me back
is my reliance on the
safety Dr. Script
has created with an illegible signature
of acceptance.
When did it become abnormal to
love and
agonize or
rage with excitement?
Why have all the restless beauty queens
retired their crowns?
Monsters in My Closet
Monsters don't lurk in the shadows.
They hunt within the womb.
Creating a distorted copy of themselves.
Binding you with life's umbilical cord.
Resting atop Olympus,
parental deities moving chess pieces
fashioned after your likeness.
Molding and breaking you,
to mature within the shadows.
Assuming their demons.
Reproducing their miscalculations.
Conquering their fallacious dreams.
Eye Candy for Anorexics
When you stare at me
I feel so dirty,
like you've fucked
the clean out of me
without permission.
So I look to the filthy floor
pretending you never existed.
If I close my eyes
how fast will you disappear?
Let me peer into you,
watch the graphic details,
coursing through your organs;
invasive like iodine
die.
Some people hide behind
cosmetic duty and designer labels.
I try to hide between them.
Inside the round racks,
peaking out with opaque face,
praying not to be known.
I'm not too fond of hide and seek.
I do not wish to be found.
If you catch me
you'll have a desire
to strap me down
and become intrusive.
Distinctly predatory.
Instinct destroying beauty.
Let me blend into the crowd.
Become one with
the earth and vegetation.
Pretend I am a chameleon.
I want to be oblivious
like gods to atheists. |
