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My Punk Girl
CJ Leon

My punk girl says: Fuckin' flowers
in the fuckin' trees. What the fuck is this?
...Spring?

My punk girl has a gap in her te eth
through which she spits
the venom.

My punk girl never
looks at you directly
and especially when drunk
and if you catch her eyes passing
over you in passions, you see skulls.

My punk girl gets her tatts redone.
It hurts, she says - which,
I assume, is why.

My punk girl rattles long white petals
from short young trees: Ha-ha!
It makes a prettier now!

My punk girl lights fuses with her cigarettes'
cherries and flicks her smoking tips with
sparks and gunshot-like percussion.
My punk girl says: Walking.
That thing with your feet, right?
...and rolls her eyes to acquiesce.
Then halfway over says: Okay, I get it.
Bridge over water, black water, shaky lights.
I'm done; let's call a cab.
And does.

My punk girl says: I'm afraid of heights!
Leaping to the railing, causing me
to choke on a heartbeat.

My punk girl drinks
gin (anyway she can)
or vodka (straight)
or whiskey (no water)
or tequila (no lime)
or wine
or beer,
that or whatever else you got'll do.

My punk girl thinks safe sex
is for safe people, but oral hygiene
and mouth piercings are too much of a risk.

My punk girl has
scars with histories
whose scars have histories
whose scars were too drunk to recall
who or how or what or when - ie. in what part
of the missing life chunk
it was that...
gasps, corkscrew, and razorblades,
and her soft white skin smothered in red-lipstick kisses.

My punk girl says suddenly: Fuck, CJ! Since it's fuckin'
every second fuckin' word I fuckin' say,
I thought you'd fuckin' take
my fuckin' hint
by the incessant repe-fuckin'-tition
without the fuckin' need for a fuckin' explanation!

So...

And she puts me in a grunting clawing grappling mood
with the sharp raised hook of a pencil-thin black brow
and the gouging look of one brown dead forward eye.

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from Tongue of a Living Skull Vol. 1, released April 21, 2009

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