"hey, do you know what this is doing to me?"

Hey, look! A new poem!

“nonsense”

woman, you’re defiant, and often at war

you play your cards like checkmates, or revere

foreign and national examples of excess

bourgeois things and royalty substitutes

hollywood princesses land tits down

but get back up to primp and preen

as your devotion grows larger

frail spectrals

fame’s ghosts, you see yourself onscreen

focused on nothing but the shot

no hair or makeup

can hide the fact that you’ll only be beautiful for so long

are your priorities in sight?

listen, lady: there is nonsense and little else

alive in this world

it will shake you awake

and force you to stare down the dawn

or fierce:

beautiful, messed up and magnificent

something renewed

a sacrifice from the streets

a calf brought back from the altar

and returned into the light

i could define

all the things you are

dear darling, oh inspiration

i could take forever to chronicle your peaks

but then i wouldn’t get to watch you

and i’d miss something

necessary for me to live