GRASS STAINS ON MY BLUE JEANS
I'm feeling fearful
of the grass stains
on my blue jeans.
I fear harm will come
once the guilt and
remorse strikes me.
I was down on my
knees digging out
a grave. But it
was no use-I guess.
The dead should stay
buried-at rest.
I can't figure out
what's wrong with me.
My body hurts.
I feel so hollow
in my mind and
all inside me.
I want my parents
to be here now-
punishing me
for the grass stains on
my blue jeans and
the tear, oh, no!
I think I'll get sent
to the chair or
the gas chamber
because of what I
have done. The guilt
is killing me.
CLEOPATRA
These people are lying.
This is not the place for me.
I am Cleopatra.
I should be treated with more
Dignity and respect.
I am afraid of needles
As I am afraid of the asp.
I am Cleopatra.
I should be allowed to do
As I please without question.
I prefer shock therapy
And long baths by the Nile.
I am Cleopatra.
If I choose to do my business
in the shower, I will do it.
I had to slap a woman
Because she complained.
I am Cleopatra.
The silly rules of this institution
Do not apply to me.
THE MONKEY JAY
I feel like someone is always there
when I'm released from jail:
following me around and making
sure that I lose my sanity.
I'm the monkey Jay, a bit of a
bird and part primate: swinging
and flying from here to there.
My father is King Kong, my friend.
I will grow like daddy and put you
inside my palm, like Faye Wray and
Jessica Lange. I'll crush you like
a bug if you make me go crazy.
I'm from the sky: way out there,
past the clouds, past all the stars.
I'm only here on vacation.
Why do you want to lock me up?
I'm not violent, unless you're
after my banana or birdseed.
Tell me why do I have to take
so many medications?
DOES HE LISTEN TO ME?
Does He listen to me?
I wonder if He could hear me?
I sit on my knees
and communicate with Him
each and everyday of my life.
I sing and I pray with
every atom of my being.
But who knows if I'm
just some crazy person,
and why would He listen to me?
I don't know why I try
so hard to reach out to Him?
He will never forgive me.
I can't get the blood off my hands.
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