Category Archives: Creative Writing

Kiss from a Rose: Seal

her kiss is a toxic hurricane

that lifts me into the clouds

and knocks the wind out of me and me into the wind.

i slide down the rainbow tasting

her bubble bubble bubblegum pop pop popping

a circus of clowns on wheels

frantically circling around

a pile of out-of-tune violins. jungle birds

dance in a feathered kaleidoscope

orange triangles and green corners stretch into

flying circles and

sideways eights.

 

her tongue snakes around mine

a rose pressing its sweet scent into my mouth

along with its thorns that pierce

my skin, blood-red blood raining dripping oozing

down the lively round lollipops from that

candy shop down the street run by witches and hyenas that

cackle when they find me sinking

in quicksand, yelling and grabbing

for the chandelier that sings children’s lullabies

and teases me by swinging

inches away from

my desperate

fingertips.

 

liquid poison injected into my lips

bruises me blue and black

a motorcycle’s headlights

fling me into a koi pond

where the fish glare upside down at me and

the water boils around misplaced kelp and

violet frogs bloat into balloons

and croak in my ear. dragonflies

whiz around jesters whose hats

ring the city bells in the morning and at night

scare us to sleep with hollow chiming of

the gong.

 

my teeth clinging to her lower lip

begging for more more more of that

addictingbittersweethallucinationinducingcyan-cyanide

but she flicks me over the edge

with one painted nail longer than the rainbow i rode

that ends with drenched cement where the hurricane

pulls away and whirlwinds into the horizon

with a cheshire smile, and i

sit on that confused gritty stone

beaten to the brink

by citrus red lipstick

and a single piece of

gum.

it’s raining cats and dogs: ch. iv

god look at that cat isn’t she cute? you’re goddamn right she is. look at the way she perks her ears up at nothing and just – where is she running off too? what was that sound? i dunno it sounded like a bead hitting the ground – hey holdon now whatare you eati – stop chewing, STOPCHEWINGheyhey heyhelp meoutheremanhelp memanwhatthehellissheeating,godEWwhatisthat,holyshitisthatabeetle?!,iss hetryingtoeatabeetlewhatthefuckgetthatthingouttahermouththatisdisgust ing!,holymotherfuckingsh

Girl on Fire: Alicia Keys

she has the ability to paint the air around her,
leaving a trail of flimsy neon green that curls into the wisps of pink left behind from the lipstick in her smile.
today she paints heavily with red, angry stomps staining the ground with smears of blood and fists punching a neat row of sizzling holes dripping with lava.
i admire the smoke tailing her blazing hair and wonder sadly why her eyes have burned themselves blind,
leaving vast empty caves except the waterfall that cascades over
the edge into a howling puddle of
orange agony in her
sleeves.

i cry into the void, grabbing at the faceless figures,
but shadows cannot hear: fuzzy,
grey outlines scampering
back and
forth in a muddle
of voices, muffled
by radioactive muzzles.

i sense a friendly song
a woman, ethereal
glowing spastic, jovial liberty bounding across the streets,
radiating glory and knowledge.
i beg her to wrap
her blueness around my uncontrollable wildfire, to blanket
her calm, gentle wings around the flames, to extinguish
the screaming that pierces fingers with needles and shatters glass with swords, to sing
her melodies until the thousand suns she bears on her back are lullabied to sleep.

i drink
from the river of her long, flowing dress, nectar that tastes like
hope, and a bittersweet longing i follow upstream until i see
the mouth of the river
is just an old recorder on repeat playing century long patriotic marches,
eyes mechanic nodes distracted by blaring, defiant flags saluting in the distance
legs crawling past, center in a web of chains where electric signals slither into the collars of the faceless figures
song echoing off the walls of the cage, trapped
with the figures and my fire in the void.

i watch my wildfire burn herself down – no one
to cover the red blotches on the floor, to
fan away the murky maroon swallowing her whole, to
clean up the polluted ocean she struggles to wade through, to
keep her from pushing deeper in desperate hope
that her orange tears will suffocate the flames,
every step drowning
in her own despair.

it’s raining cats and dogs: ch. ii

sometimes her eyes get glassy and you can see the moon reflected in her eyes.
my sister describes them as moonstone but it doesn’t make sense because she’s feline. they should be cat’s eye.

sometimes her eyes get large and dark and round and i call them obsidian.
my sister disagrees; they’re too soft to be obsidian.

sometimes her eyes are just yellow.
when she steps into the light, they’re just yellow. she likes to watch us with yellow eyes. they’re evil.
we adore her anyway.

(she probably wants to kill us.)

Gummy’s Gum

Gummy’s smile no teeth all gum Gummy’s gummy bears hurt her gums Gummy sucks gumdrops sucks her thumbs sucks her gums Gummy just a child let her have some fun .Gummy

chews gum, bubble Bible branded gum Gummy pink red bubble gum bubble pop gum Gummy plick pluck at the goo on your lips with your thumb Gummy stick that gum back between your teeth between your gums .Gummy’s

boyfriend like Michael Bublé chews blue gum Gummy chews pink gum Gummy wants to chew blue gum blue Bublé bubble gum Gummy wants to plick pluck at the blue goo on her lips with her thumb Gummy wants to stick that blue gum blue Bublé bubble gum back between her teeth between her gums .(Gummy your boyfriend Michael is a bum Gummy your Michael Bublé is a dumb bum ,hon ,Gummy’s Michael Bublé chews blue gum) .but

Gummy think pink ink pink blades in the rink but Gummy pink lipstick plink plunk clink in the sink but Gummy it’s still sunny don’t pink jinx your kink; but Gummy you only have pink red gum Gummy pink red strawberry raspberry cherry berry bubble gum but Gummy you can shred red but not blue but Gummy keep your cherry a cherry is

Pure . but Gummy sewing red threads thimble numb on your thumb but Gummy you only have pink red bubble Bible gum Gummy you shed red cada mes a red mess but Gummy you should only hum Bible gum pop songs .Gummy

but some people named Gummy chew blue gum Gummy wants to be a Gummy who chews blue gum a Gummy who blows blue bubbles pops blue Bublé gum .Gummy under one sucked her own gums but Gummy fifteen-and-one wants to suck someone else’s gums (someone’s blue Bublé gum) .but

Gummy honey bun don’t be dumb but Gummy people who chew pink gum choose pink shoes Gummy Listen pink shoes tied up and laced pink bow in your hair toes pointed like a crow but Gummy you must glow but first keep your head low like a doe let your feet float as pink bubbles you blow and Gummy blue gum is a foe .Gummy

wants to play but Gummy you can’t play because Gummy your thumbs’ll fumble and tumble and you’re a punk who can’t punt because Gummy you can’t punt because you’re a runt because Gummy you’re a runt because you have a c— Gummy

red dim sum plump as a thumb Gummy red dumplings blood red as a drum Gummy why do you have purple bubble gum ?but Gummy brand purple gum ain’t brand Bible bubble gum (Gummy your dumb Bublé blue is a bum) but Gummy don’t you go blowin’ purple grapes with that gum .but

Gummy what good is a plum when you been smiling pink gum in your gums but Gummy Bible brand bubble gum says raspberry blue isn’t true but Gummy would you choose a musician over a God ?a God who only gives you Bible pink bubble gum .Gummy why so glum can’t you stick with his pick and chew Bible pink gum ?done

Gummy’s pink gum in her tum Gummy now blows (not) blue bubble gum Gummy yummy ruddy rum chases Bible gum down her tongue Gummy just a child let her have some fun Gummy has some fun chewing (not) blue gum blue Bublé bubble gum Gummy has some fun plick plucking sucking fucking her boyfriends gums Gummy

cherry red ruddy rum drumming in his tum Gummy are you proud you won ?proud your princess is (not) a son and Gummy blue plus blue equals red lips plump as a plum Gummy blue and blue don’t make red !don’t make rose bud red bloody dead in the mud Gummy what did you do Gummy ain’t no runt Gummy

has some fun rum-pum-pum of a gun and pops blue bubble gum