The Little Black Book of Poems: Donkey Kong

Psychopath,

Pyromaniac,

Fake laugh.

Body cast,

Nicotine patch,

Can I make it last?

Probably not.

I always fuel the fire,

With delicious desire,

Then my best friend wears a wire,

Broke down;

Flat tire.

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Love affair,

More like truth or dare.

Wishful thinking.

Can’t swim,

I’m drowning—

Sinking.

Too little too late,

Hellbound,

Heaven’s gate.

Razorblade,

Ice Skate,

Isn’t it ironic?

Fate.

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Date—

Rape drug,

Shoulder shrug,

Rock bottom;

Hole’s already dug.

The crowd screams no,

It’s a sold-out show,

Tinman.

No heart.

Coward;

Scarecrow.

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You mean no,

You say yes.

First place?

More like second best;

High fashion?

Worst dressed.

Educated,

Dilapidated,

Strategic Mess,

Hypothesis;

Lucky guess.

Bullet.

Proof.

Vest.

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Never right,

Always wrong.

Trying to find my voice,

But I got no song.

Three-foot-bong,

What’s up,

Donkey Kong?

And when I still can’t get it right.

I try to remember—

Brad Pitt,

The club;

Fight.

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Batter up,

I strike,

You run.

He’s got a gun.

And she’s blinded by the sun.

So will I choose darkness or light?

If I decide to fight,

I might just win.

Fuck this life of sin.

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xoxo,

macey bee

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