By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 26 March 1998

dripped on like rain

this is what i do i come to you without
rhyme a writer without the crutch of pen
and paper where are my words they won't
come they don't do verbal tricks you're the
master of bullshit all things senseless and
trivial lukewarm and shallow ha ha I laugh
you paragraph paragon paradox meat box lovin'
fool so cruel you throw things I told you over
the phone in my face what's that knife you
wield so well you psychopathic playboy oh a
toy used in rituals for sacrifice not the 
devirginizer I jokingly said it was to throw
you like you threw me use it on me cut me to
shreds I want to bleed at your feet be the death
you always escape with a grin freedom ends here in
your arms open sesame I have no magic words to 
offer up no wiles no nothing just my brave face and
my breasts the cherry pie you don't really crave
I'm not your girl I'm not your girl no I don't
look good enough talk coy enough feel good enough to
undulate beneath your solid sweaty masculine flesh god
you are real that is what you are to me the beauty of
earth the sacred healing properties of mud I would immerse
myself in your semen if I could and die if that was the 
plan you man you boy you demi-god human who will someday
rot in a cheap grave covered with roses I saw through the
blooming stages and dripped on like rain.