Bleach
"Bleach kills everything"
It’s time I shook you;
shook my inner core
till every last
metastasized flake
falls free.
I know.....
I’ll become a spelunker
explore deep caves between new legs
Hibernate in opium dens
full of carnivorous souls,
clamoring for expedited
transcendental love affairs.
I’ll look for sunken ships in sunken eyes.
Stock up on dangerous libations
imported from the south of somewhere
you or I
have never been.
I'll Place brightly colored silk scarves over my lamps
and wait for everything to catch fire.
Setting flame, to the things
I no longer need to hold on to.
I’ll see if with all this Portland rain
I can cultivate an even newer personality
I’ll drive myself deep into the fertile earth
with each new branch
I will spring forth shoots of
"back off",
"fuck you"
and
"anything goes"
I’ll busk naked on soggy street corners
hula hooping, hard in drag.
Become a street prophet
raving mad with enlightenment,
bursting from every orifice.
I’ll give you a different name
I’ll change your face
your sex
eye color
I’ll create
guerrilla billboard art
in the midst of street night madness
that will surely makes you itch
with the sheer terror
that I’ll never
again
be yours.
I’ll do what ever it takes
but,
I assure you
I can learn how to forget.
I am determined to wash you away.
They say, bleach kills everything!
and, usually.....
.
I don't believe in using bleach.
I know it kills unborn unicorns
and promotes three headed centipedes.
In fact ........I’m sure
it's even responsible for your leaving,
but I’m determined,
so I’ll give it a go.
It's raining again
and
I’m on the bus again
Looking for my new home away from home
She will have mauve lips
the color of your nipples
When he touches me
I will know that I am enough
They will make me smile
like the sun lit laughter in those after school specials.
Make me cut out construction paper hearts in every mushy color
for them
I will write sweet nothings on the back of Trimet bus seats
and
I will no longer have any need
for bleach
-Barbi Touron
-Barbi Touron
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