Bugolgi Apparatus

Goddess of Irony 


the goddess of irony 

drowns the city with her laughter


then she offers assistance

after every disaster


you tell her you're leaving

she says, "not so soon."


she's busy using your heart

to clean up her room


you swear you'll miss her 

this she doesn't believe


you hide those pictures of her sister 

in the folder on your screen


everyone carries her egg

within the egg is a lie


you find out too late

it’s not what it takes to survive

Zyprexa Latuda 


I just watch everything and think

What the fuck is going on


I’m fine in my apartment

I see no reason to step out


I miss the city I miss the buzz

I just miss being young


But could you imagine stepping

Back into yesterday with what you know now


So I’m exiled in the suburbs

I’m that old crazy woman now


I won’t post more than a few pieces of art

It’s insane how everything is public


Where’s the dignity in that

When I get too lonely I just talk to my plants


You’ll never get me

The way you want me

Live with your regrets 

While I don’t have any


I had my fun

And now I’ve got my dignity 

Can’t step into that cesspool again 

Not with these heels


Traumarama 



I meet a lot of people 

coming out of trauma 


they make it sound thrilling 

connecting with something 


that gives them 

so much meaning 


before I can wish it 

could happen to me 


they’ve got me up to 

my bare sleeves

 

I breathe them in 

over my skin 


before I can tell 

what’s happening 


I’m feeling horrific visions 

blended with love 


resembling the predictions 

science warns us about 


I’m telling you all about it 

just telling you all about it

this again 

 


what we say and what we do 

in this world of thieves 

can I count on you 

to stick it to me


in everyone we’ve got

a mini-me 

pocket dictator 

mirror of society 


and I get down 

thinking about it 

get up putting it 

into pockets


work it out 

then bring the lucre home 

trying to make sense

of these hangovers


it’s the curse of work

hardship of birth

and the wonders 

of you 


searching everywhere

for one beautiful thing 

most days I surrender

to the ugly truth  


I’d like to believe 

I was wrong all along 

these signs me nothing

everyone is smart


but I’m haunted by those

Phil Ochs songs

not that naive to believe 

anything since has been done 


and you’re the answer 

to these imponderable questions 

don’t think I ever 

learned my lesson 

I scare them all away 

 I scare them all away


Is it the way I look 

or what I say 

they’re going by the book 

that’s what they said 


eyes start to move 

searching the exit 

they’ll stay for dessert 

then make their break 


I scare them all away 

back to their little caves 

they bolt their doors and pray 

for a return to boring 


I get lonely 

like everyone else 

it’s more about disappointment 

than anything else 


that unquenched thirst 

for more of the same 

is something I’ve never 

been able to explain 


I stand at the center of the square

peering into their faces 

they’re too busy with trends 

to really notice


so I step on them 

knock down their buildings 

blow out the sun 

as they curse the weather 


it’s enough to 

make a monster

just want to 

be by himself 


Doublage 


one’s not enough

you need more stuff

someone to carry it home


maybe support/reinforcement

multiplication for what

who needs more


you want a double

maybe a triple

one’s not enough


something could happen

you could easily snap

then be completely lost


she senses something

completing sentences

so much for individuality, gone


thinking she could use

another pair of hands

but maybe not another mouth

Metaphor Shortages 

 Metaphor Shortages

 

can’t wear those pants no more

i don’t dance for anyone

 

can’t drink more than soda

no more chili dog runs

 

don’t deal with Frank at all

haven’t called cousins in ages

 

they supported that fraud

i cancelled the engagement

 

one door opens another closes

dream dies another’s born

 

riding these waves like a leaf

floating in a flash flood

 

still think about you daily

still read for full-on days

 

ruminating possibilities

with the impatience of age

 

wanna be more compassionate

gonna get out of debt

 

be playing you the piano

but haven’t learned it yet