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.