KUPERGRASS

 

 

  I’m back here again. Back to square one.  The next step my eyes. How many times must I do this. My eyes dulled by choosing better for myself. My eyes they shift In and out. It’s like a game I haven’t won yet….and then I must be strong and my presence suffers.  My eyes and my body hides like the wussiest wuss, afraid to be hit again.  Yet, I put myself in front of a lion. I fell in love with a lion. This shyness or staring off into the wall……my thoughts are not on them….and then they are. I am attracted to lions. They snarl and show me all of their wicked. And I want to be fucked by that wicked because why? Her promises empty, her actions and behavior only causing pain so emmense I couldn’t hold it in my scull. Oh my eyes, come back.  . Bed. Waking, sleeping.  Nightmares of scary glares and anger. Peace angels find me as I cry for help to Buddha and the enlightened ones. My heart is cooked. And now what?

  I was asked to write my story. That was so funny to me. Here I am after years and years.