sitting on the rocks behind gladstone's...
waves crash and the ocean splashes
(the rising tide of life about to drown me...)
suddenly 17 and in chicago once again...
el lago black and churning in the grey
41 years adrift
and f*@# if you wont let me hang myself again
whether its beaten and treed
or 20 years forgotten
even the most docile dog will bite you
if you kick him when hes down
haunted by truths
and false reflections
I am a dichotomy
of the obvious and hidden...
punk rock poetess
and heavy metal madman
We-Ho drag queen
white trash speed freak
pick me off at close range
and you can mount me on the wall
or catch me and release me...
let me flop around in this surf
gasping for my breath