Broke Down, Fucked Again

Published in Christopher Pimental's Thug Works Issue #2, 2007

Screw you
that's what you want
from me
right?
literal screw
mouth to neck
mouth to mouth
mouth to…

but you want more than that
you want me to rape your mind
'use me baby, make it hurt so good'
tell you how I fucked up again
how I need you,
bleed you
break into 365 pieces
losing myself
in increments
with each passing day
but-
I don't.

I found my voice
I choose to use it

you are wallowing
in yesterday's vomit

you could have it all:
passion
love
lust
fame
riches
and me

there is no
pretty rainbow
with a pot of gold
waiting

the road is not
l o n g
or
w
i
n
d
i
n
g
it is paved,
straight shot
but you've
run out of gas
broke down
again

unlike you I don't need no
gasoline to run

end of the road, baby
turn around,
walk away