JOHN DOLL

My baby baby sugar cane

baby blue is deep in your eyes,

let me hide and seek in your eyes.

My cuddly boy, you're snug and all.

I'm not faint-hearted.

My tongue is not wagging.

You're my yummy yummy crush,

juicy little john doll.

My silky milky ice-cream,

let me whip your cream.

See no passion, no sex drive,

take this as a lullaby.

I'm not faint-hearted.

My tongue is not wagging.

THE PIN

The pin was resting near the faucet
ready to meet my scarf.
Suddenly it swirled down
and hit the bottom of the sink,
in less than a moment or so,
fell into the hole,
once and for all,
and vanished.

Don't you think you are safer.
The poor pin never knew its fate.
The tide turned,
pulverized its innocent plans
of clinging on a piece of silk
and ridiculously took it away.

YOUR ANGEL

I find nothing more delightful
than surrendering to the impulse
to claw your heart at one go,
scrape the damp wounds off
and root it out of your chest,
tear your meat into threads,
squelch it under my feet,
then let the ragged flesh
and filthy blood stream down the road
and easily fuse into garbage
while sneering with the same toxic smile
that once charmed you and enslaved
your heart
as you left it at the mercy of my hands,
these safe hands
of your mythic stellar angel.