Wednesday, July 07, 2010

kitchen kunt poem








mount her hole homo
this is me
 as i go
you are waste
-The junk
-The mold of you pansy
YOU are SUCH A StereoTYPE

            suffer hard & mad honey
you have no real beauty
not never                 
          -only bad
you imitate
fake  love 
and fabricate    -magic
wish for a life with 
music
your pose is the bottom 
of such -dry-   film
i am 
electric fire
& i wax all illusion
out
   we frieze 
                    i fly
                           he dyes 

- kyoko cole - 07.07.10

I WROTE THIS POEM ON THE FRIDGE IN MY KITCHEN USING MAGNETIC POETRY ONE DAY LAST SUMMER. A BROKEN HEART AND A NASTY PHONE CALL MADE ME BREAK DOWN ON MY KITCHEN FLOOR. THE ONLY WAY UP WAS TO GET THE SHIT THAT MADE ME BREAK---OUT OF ME.

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