dark poetry

dr. What you see?

Doctor! What you see?
No, the goddamn bee!
It´s to early be calm
Calm…you want a slap of my palm?
Get out of here to your heavenly dear.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

What a day

Over cast skies,
raining flies.I´m too much used to be hospitalized,
but, this time is not my demise.
I´m not use to be the caretaker,
in the army I was the undertaker.
Mother mother don’t you see?
Unfortunately this is now the life to be,
hard to be the caretaker, I can now understand
what a tough you creator.
What a day… It´s my duty, so don’t worry,
till the last breath you’ll be laughing
and in good hands with this strange “kid”.
Why are you surprise that I go from 0-100
when the time is necessary?
Don’t worry, I’m more worry than you,
it has to be the moon is blue…
I don’t know why I can compartmentalize the soon to be tragedy,
and make the day funny, a unfortunate gift, people think I don’t care or
I´m not aware-of, the gravity of this fatality, but:
that is the way I get the job done
and only for the special some.
Although I’m mentally drained, what fucking day.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

I told you

I told you once, I told you twice,
but you kept rolling your dice.
I´m a strong female, and you,
a distasteful male. You said you love me-
forever, I believed you-
forever, like a dummy
you played me like a heartless mummy.
She was blond! She was blond!
Now, open your mail box
Open it!
And find her head in a stick.

Sorry babe, I still love you I re….aaaaaaaaa! no please no!!!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.