overboard 



she stood on the	  edge of the    

             ledge			and ya

know she 	wasn’t gonna j	u	m	p	she

	    just really liked the view.	but when

kitty-pie maddles scratched her		palm and		drew

	jesus-style blood she		realized that

life right now 		could be	too serious to take		lightly.





not quite yet:  the	texan’s	black and white	tilted

     face 	charming did	

	 	alarm her	now she

is doing her best	   to  conjure him as

	reality maybe a			       drop or two

of that cat-drawn dripping 		will do.





she knows a boy in color who says		flossing is for

       ~~pussies~~		but as she		spits

	mouthfuls		of blood

into the sink she

			would have to disagree.  there

is strength	in	 gooey red saliva because 	 life

dribbles out            in the strangest ways.





lack of composure-

the	fine-ass black boy on “blind date” says he

		knows he’s the bomb but

his			feet are ugly and he

only screws with 			socks on.	her

problems are minimal, comparatively.   she is

	still oozing where she		was clawed, now searching the

basket of	little tubes and vials		for that which will

help.		help.		she’s leaking.





she dangled with		half her body out the

	window no	thought of jumping

 ya		know 			    she just

		really liked the breeze &  	thought maybe it

would take her mind off that 		    damn texas boy

	who keeps on not

			coming back.			(cont, new stanza)

soon, he promises.  			soon.	but

	what then?	she wonders if			she’ll still be able

			to			balance

on the ledge or

out the window or even

in the basket of	quicker fix-you uppers.





she knows

		it’s too damn easy		to

	let a new one			in	& quickly lose 

footing it seems they		love to watch her

    scramble stumble try to hang on		seems they

	always turn a freshly blinded eye		and never

lend a paw	 	yea it sure	seems they all

		            do   love the sound of her fall.