ufo.ufo.

ufo.
ufo.
please, take me from
my manufactured hellhole.
please, abduct me from
this circus tent hell-show. […]

ufo.ufo. 


ufo.
ufo.
please, take me from
my manufactured hellhole.
please, abduct me from
this circus tent hell-show. 

ufo.
ufo.
analyze me into the ground,
make me dirty and unrecognizable.
probe me for the answers, 
on why i keep getting fucked.

ufo.
ufo.
maybe you heard me 
decrying my tears,
lost under the midnight whiskey
drunk against the fields of years, 

ufo.
ufo.
maybe you took a note from god
and decided it was better to ignore
than stick your all-knowing-glowing finger,
in my business to implore.

ufo.
i want to be saved,
but i don’t want to save myself…
ufo.
i want to be changed,
but i don’t want to change myself…

06-26-06
M. L. Michael

About…

Sid(n’)Nancy

yeah- you know, it’s so erotic,
when you pucker your lips over my barrel,
and moan some sounds like:
you love me, or, you loathe me.
whatever, it doesn’t matter, because
yeah- you know, it’s too erotic,
when your eyes whisper to stop,
but your lips quiver like an addict.[…]

Sid(n’)Nancy

yeah- you know, it’s so erotic, 
when you pucker your lips over my barrel,
and moan some sounds like:
you love me, or, you loathe me.
whatever, it doesn’t matter, because
yeah- you know, it’s too erotic,
when your eyes whisper to stop, 
but your lips quiver like an addict.

so, now you have become even harder to understand. 
so, now you have become even harder to comprehend.
when all I offer is a mouthful of that gleaming, grey metal. 
when all you show is angelic crying and devilish grinning, 
like that’s one normal gesture- 
like this is one normal relationship.

yeah- you know, you’re so damn exhilarating,
the way your doughy eyes can gild your pain, 
whenever my rope grinds too deeply into your skin. 
yeah- you know, you’re so damn entrancing, 
when you’re tied too tight,
and all your delicate curves bulge out, enticing,
begging for any attention. any attention i’ll 
greedily give. 

but you cluck your tongue to recapture my attention,
and beyond that inch or two of glinting black,
i hear words i imagine as – ‘you’re my jesus.’
or maybe, ‘you’re my judas.’ 
whatever, it doesn’t matter.
because now i see your eyes return to holding me hostage,
and now i see myself  confused  and writhing in ecstasy 
inside the brilliance of your dragon fire - all consuming
the best of me.
 
i am twice enamored by your hurt beauty,
i am thrice overwhelmed by your mirror paradox:
that helpless way in which your expression begs for freedom. 
versus, that exotic way your form begs to be constrained…

…then, when i feel myself about to burst,
    you know its your turn.
    i untie you so you can tie me tight,
    and you don’t wait a second before you
    thrust that gun into my mouth…

                      i loathe you.
                      i love you.
                      i loathe you.
                      i love you. 

06-08-06
M. L. Michael

About…

you’re so vain, you probably think this poem is about you

before you stabbed me somehow real–
before i was bleeding out all over the field,
all i could see was your siren-beauty
singing, all I could feel was your hot face bathing,
against the searing white– that astonishing raw–
seconds after I had opened my arms:
i felt the definite betrayal of your knife
violating my hungering space.[…]

"you're so vain, you probably think this poem is about you."
 
before you stabbed me somehow real--
before i was bleeding out all over the field,
all i could see was your siren-beauty
singing,  all I could feel was your hot face bathing,
against the searing white--  that astonishing raw--
seconds after I  had opened my arms:
i felt the definite betrayal of your knife
violating my hungering space.

(i am nothing but disdained and craven
  in my addiction for your novocain lovin) 

then, you dressed me down, and
               dressed my wounds, and
            undressed yourself,
        to address me down.
to take care of kissing me, to take care of caressing me
where my aching has consumed all sound.where my consumption
has caused aching all around. so i can barely think to think
my way out of the box-- because all is alright, right
when ill take any warmth,
as a ward against the freeze that defines every month.

(i am everything but accomplished and winning
  in my race for that 100percent numbed feeling.)

until, i am almost better, i am almost ready
to pull myself out of your venus such embrace,
when your knife finds my ache again, and my back
finds the floor, again, as willingly as someone broken again,
someone to be that one repair, again,
someone to be your one fix, again.

i am nothing but disdained and craven
in my addiction for your novocain lovin
i am everything but accomplished and winning
in my race for that 100percent numbed feeling.

-m. l. michael.
-05-29-06-

About…

if…then…:(would you):

if…
no one was around for miles and years everywhere,
would you… let me treat you right,
would you… let me be a someone
warm to share in defiance of the night…[…]

If…then… :(would you): 

if…
no one was around for miles and years everywhere,
would you… let me treat you right,
would you… let me be a someone
warm to share in defiance of the night…

then…
would you let me be so outright,
to explore your map with this treasure hunter's zeal,
becoming zealous once I know you hold that key –
the only key capable of locking my heart in appeal…

and, if…
the wor(l)d's okay, would you let me
run my heart :::across:your:heart:::
that is, I can tickle your fancy with this
<((((feather I found off a phoenix(((--
 
and, then…
all this electricity will never stop –
all this love will forever rock –
as its traveling from the tip of your big Toe
to the skirt of your ACHING.BRIMMING Soul.
where maybe I'll waver in your champagne moonlight
and maybe I'll savor you up in an euphoric bout of might.

05/12/06
M. L. Michael

About…

closing time (hey little doll)

hey little doll,
i don’t know if you can hear me, but…
it’s closing time…and we’re closing for good,
and in case you haven’t noticed,

you’re the only doll left…
you’re the only doll we could not sell.
you’re the only doll no one wanted, not even for free.[…]

closing time (hey little doll)

hey little doll, 
i don’t know if you can hear me, but…
it’s closing time…and we’re closing for good,
and in case you haven’t noticed, 
you’re the only doll left…
you’re the only doll we could not sell.
you’re the only doll no one wanted, not even for free.
which means, i’m sad to say, that your fate is not well
you’re doomed to be boxed up, and sent to storage hell.

what? don’t blame me with those sad button eyes,
you should instead be blaming your manufacturer, 
condemning the worker for his shoddy workmanship,
for letting you off the conveyer looking all fragile and misused. 

or you can blame it on advertising, on GI-JOE and Barbie too, 
all those unrealistic dolls with their unrealistic lives,
and their plastic looks plus their plastic accessories…
you should blame them for making you, with your fabric
pushing out at the seems, it creates such an 
undesirable taste in the consumer’s mouth…

but, shit, don’t you go blaming me,
i’d buy you, i swear, 
if only i had the money…
if only i had the funds…
damn it! stop looking at me,
i’d take you home, i swear,
if only i could afford you,
…and they don’t pay me nearly enough.

ok look, if you promise to stop staring,
i’ll be up front with the truth:
that the reason you are still here
is because no one knows what to do
with such a broken little thing.

hey now, don’t take that so hard.
i’m only telling the truth.
hey now, you better cheer up,
because the box is one lonely place
when you are sad and bitter with yourself.
hey now, it’s nothing personal,
it’s just the way life works… 


M. L. Michael 
03-15-06

About…

why i even bother

Curse-ed is me.
I am enamored beyond description

(yet still I’ll bother to try)

you caught me unawares,

when I held my heart-pieces, bewildered,
I saw a likeness in the bandages you hid,
not sticking so well because they’d been
applied and removed, applied and removed,
too many times, to want to ever reapply again.[…]

Why I Even Bother

Curse-ed is me.
I am enamored beyond description

         (yet still I’ll bother to try)

you caught me unawares, 
when I held my heart-pieces, bewildered,
I saw a likeness in the bandages you hid,
not sticking so well because they’d been 
applied and removed, applied and removed,
too many times, to want to ever reapply again.

        all of which told me,
        (all bullshit aside,)
        that at least I have with you
        a kindred spirit in stride.


3/12/06
M. L. Michael

About…

everlasting spirit-stompers

doc’s words are it. the undoing, everlasting
spirit-stompers that i’ll swallow. struggling.
until they’re dissolved or i’m absorbed, idontknow.
until whatever the consequence; i’m absolved. 

doc’s words are it. the undoing, everlasting
spirit-stompers that i’ll swallow. struggling.
until they’re dissolved or i’m absorbed, idontknow.
until whatever the consequence; i’m absolved. 

03-10-06
M. L. Michael

About…

“this is for you, victims of cupid’s war.”

i stalked cupid into a forgotten alleyway
i made sure to stifle the sound of a broken heart
i snuck up behind cupid in a lover’s way
i made sure i was a stranger in anyone’s eyes
i surprised cupid like he disappointed me
i made sure and cleaned up my lies
i sinned against cupid like he sinned against me.

“this is for you, victims of Cupid’s war.”

i stalked cupid into a forgotten alleyway
i made sure to stifle the sound of a broken heart
i snuck up behind cupid in a lover's way
i made sure i was a stranger in anyone's eyes
i surprised cupid like he disappointed me 
i made sure and cleaned up my lies
i sinned against cupid like he sinned against me.

02-14-06
M. L. Michael

About…

Stage supersedes feelings

She said I was just a character in her play,
Not a human being she loved,
Not a soul she graced with her unique beauty,
Not a fool who dreamed the sky too big,
Not a heart she promised we held together.
But, a literary device to further her plot,
To be tossed aside and never known.
She said I was just a character in her play.
So stage supersedes feelings, this mournful day.

Stage Supersedes Feelings

She said I was just a character in her play,
 Not a human being she loved,
 Not a soul she graced with her unique beauty,
 Not a fool who dreamed the sky too big,
 Not a heart she promised we held together.
But, a literary device to further her plot,
To be tossed aside and never known.
She said I was just a character in her play.
So stage supersedes feelings, this mournful day.

02-09-06
M. L. Michael

About…

lunch with natasha (wouldn’t it be)

Wouldn’t it be great,
if our hearts came equipped with valves

installed outside of our chests
for easy access to restriction and flow?

Wouldn’t it be grand,
if when we fell too hard in love
we could argue those valves shut
and give our head some time to think?[…]

Lunch with Natasha (wouldn’t it be)

Wouldn’t it be great,
if our hearts came equipped with valves 
installed outside of our chests
for easy access to restriction and flow?

Wouldn’t it be grand,
if when we fell too hard in love
we could argue those valves shut
and give our head some time to think?

Wouldn’t it be something,
if these valves were easily accessible 
and we could persuade them open
whenever we are lost and keyless?

Wouldn’t it be, wouldn’t it be,
a great, grand, something
if such a reality were true?
Wouldn’t it be, wouldn’t it be,
a great, grand, fake.

M. L. Michael 
01-28-06

About…