To The Death

Throttle, crush, smash, just
Nonstop devastation and
Cruelty abound.

I will make you so
Sorry that you ever crossed
Me. Choke you to death.

Rip your snide little
Grin right off your fucking face.
Struggle and suffer.

Burn in agony.
I hope you die blue in the
Face, gasping for breath.

I am pitiless.
They have pitted us against
Each other. Only

One can arise from
This pit, and it’s going to
Be me. No mercy.

Better

Can you do better?

What it would cost me, how could

I justify that?

Live with myself when

I’ve caused so much pain to those

I love the most? But

Must I choose between

Expressing my truth, being

My authentic self,

And watching my kids

Raised by someone else? Tension

Is killing me slow.

Double Bind

It isn’t what it

Is, and it’s not what it is

Not. Nothing and all.

If you want it, it’s

Wrong. If you avoid it, it

Finds you anyway.

There is a perfect

Circle, and you are a point

On a distant plane.

When you’re right, you’re wrong.

When you’re wrong, you’re dead wrong. But

Keep on trying, friend.

Betwixt and Between

“It doesn’t matter,

But I’m telling you so you

Know.” Education

For me consists of

Polarity. If there is

A fact that I know

It is frivolous.

If I don’t know it, it is

Essential. If I

Answered the question,

They wanted it in different

Units. There was a

Typo. Twenty two

Catches snare me and I am

Broken. I cannot

Stand divided, I

Can be only one thing. I

Will tell my own truth.